For a while now, I’ve wondered if there might be a better life for me elsewhere. Maybe the city has more to offer? Or maybe I could travel for a while, and see if anywhere seems nice.
After all, I’ve been living in the same place for a very long time. For the last year or so I’ve been constantly on the move, desperate for something more. A nestle of sorts- a place to belong. I visited Melbourne not too long ago, and discovered that I simply couldn’t handle the intensity.(also, everything cost a fortune!)
Ultimately, the world will never satisfy someone like me. My journey is inward. Lately I’ve started to question our cultural obsession with independence. Maybe we should be capable of it, but where’s the harm in working together?
Why must we isolate ourselves in little units, rather than live as a community?Not only is it lonely and depressing, it’s a waste of resources.
Why the urban jungles, without any room to breathe? Why the fences, that isolate us from our brethren? Where is the soil, to nourish our bodies?
I said I was done with this blog, but Instead I’ll just not discuss certain things. Anyway,Thanks for reading.