Do you ever just sit down and think about the future? I do, to the point where it almost drives me crazy. My mind is always running and sometimes it's hard to fall asleep because of it. I can just sit there and think about anything until my head hurts. I go over to my bed, lie down, and try to sleep, but the thoughts keep bouncing around.
Today, I was thinking about where I'd like to live. Most people probably dream about becoming famous, living in a big house with an expensive car in the driveway and all of the latest gadgets. That's what I used to want, too. I mean, what kid doesn't want those things? I used to think that it would be cool to live in a mansion and own a hot euro-trash car. I wanted a million rooms, some of which I didn't even know the use for, and secret passages that led to places I could stash away to hide from the world. Now, I think I'd be the happiest in a small town. The house doesn't really matter. I just want a place where I can settle down by the water and know every one there. You know? Just one of those close-knit, one horse towns where you can head over to the diner and ask for the usual because the waitress has seen your face so many times and knows your name. A place where your kids can say, "Hey, Mom. I want to hang out with the neighbors" and you automatically say okay because you know that they'll be safe no matter where they go.
It's true that all of that is only a dream. Nowadays, a lot of places, big or small, are full of crime and everybody wants something that they have to have and are willing to do anything to get their hands on. I feel like I'm out of my time, out of place and out of mind. Thoreau might have been a crazy guy with strange priorities and little sense, but he had something right. Simpler times were the good times.
· Mon Oct 07, 2013 @ 04:24am · 0 Comments