On The Good Old Days...

In every place I visit, my mind wanders in the historical depts of the eons, forever wondering what people were like over the centuries in that place - imagining all the people that were tormented by their time and circumstances, those that have loved and lost, those that overcame and triumphed. 

The truth is, for the vast majority, life was a trial plagued by poverty and disease and people were lucky if they lived past the age of 30. These romantic notions we have of a golden age and what once was is flawed and inaccurate. But... still... but... I can't help feeling that life is easier when the focus is on surviving every day and not accumulating and hoarding things... When what matters is being alive and not what car you drive.

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  1. You're so smart that I feel I'm too stupid to make you see that.

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