Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man; no purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our Great War is a spiritual war. Our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised by television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won’t; and we’re slowly learning that fact.
Dinnertime in an RV park can be measured by the regularity of smoke detectors going off. Folks, it’s a smoke detector. Not a cooking timer.
I’m kidding on that last part, of course – and quite glad those things are so sensitive when we live in a plastic box built to burn.
Our notions about happiness entrap us. We forget that they are just ideas. Our idea of happiness can prevent us from actually being happy. We fail to see the opportunity for joy that is right in front of us when we are caught in a belief that happiness should take a particular form.
Thich Nhat Hanh (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
I find myself reblogging a bit too much of their posts.
Maybe it’s because I share some of the opinions.
In contrast to the rather remote BLM desert camp out, this is the view out the door for the next few weeks.
Oh, and as the park strictly forbids any maintenance or repairs on vehicles or RVs, I’ll be swapping out a trailer tire sometime later under cover of darkness.
