You see that fecal matter on the sidewalk? Take a nice big whiff because that, my friends, is the smell of freedom. We are free to live our lives on our own accord. To succeed or fail based on our own merits. The very essence of what this great country of ours was founded upon.
I have been homeless and you wouldn’t believe how much better life was. Every morning I was awoken by the beautiful sounds of nature and radiant warmth of the sun. Sleeping on the cool ground and looking up at the universe each night before falling asleep. No responsibility at all. That is how nature intended us to live and live I did.
Being surrounded by the beauty of nature really allows you to reflect on humanities so called “Progress”.
Are we really making strides in our own evolution? It seems to me that we are really stifling our true nature and defiling the human spirit.
Civilization is for the weak. Human beings where not meant to waste their lives shackled to a cubicle, at a nine to five job for a paltry sum. To survive in the wilderness is for the strong. When was the last time you caught a fish with your bare hands?
While the rest of us just continue on with our mediocre existence, the homeless seek adventure. They are some of the most interesting types of people you will ever meet. Where else could you go at two in the afternoon and listen to an old war veteran regale you with tales of war?
To say we have a homeless problem is fallacious. No, we have a Homemore problem. That is, the more homes you have the less connected you are with your roots.
James Cameron, speaking through his character of Jack from the movie Titanic said:
…I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or who I’m gonna meet. Where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure lifes a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you. To make each day count.
You can live your life in a veritable prison or you could enjoy absolute freedom. The choice is up to you.
So why not quit your job, burn down your abode and come join up with the rest of the tramps as we journey off in search of ourselves.
So, as Jack said: Here is to making each day count.