Life is good. I have lots of toys. Way more than I could ask for–way more than I deserve. I was thinking today about what I’ll do after college, and where I’ll end up. Just so you know, I have no idea as to the answers to those questions. However, I imagine that if I end up in a different country for a little while, I will not get to take all of my toys with me (ex. scooter, nice guitar, you get the point). Most people in other countries don’t ever get to have all these cool toys I have. So, really, what are they worth? If those people can be happy without them, what are they worth to me? I know they’re just material posessions, and I’m trying to learn to not be attached to them. I think here in the States, we’re taught to be lazy. We build a collection of things that will hopefully and theoretically make our lives easier. So we can clap our lights off, shake our iPod to the next song, or change the channel of entertainment we’re watching with the click of a remote. But where is that taking us? What are we getting accomplished? Are these things bringing the best out in us? For me, it’s important to think about how I spend my time and what I keep myself occupied with. Is what I’m doing bringing me life? Or is it just stealing my attention and opportunity to be creative?
