It always strikes me how different our perspectives on "the good life" are.
Being part of the mechanism which motivates us 24/7, the television adverts, the programs on selling up and moving to a new country, the extensions, the new bathroom or kitchen, the hifi apparatus not to mention a new car, it's an industry which goes under the heading of the advertising industry who's job it seems is to continually pummel the senses, to be involved in something which was not on the radar until we stimulated to think about it.
Being part of the mechanism which motivates us 24/7, the television adverts, the programs on selling up and moving to a new country, the extensions, the new bathroom or kitchen, the hifi apparatus not to mention a new car, it's an industry which goes under the heading of the advertising industry who's job it seems is to continually pummel the senses, to be involved in something which was not on the radar until we stimulated to think about it.
Simplicity "the simple life", used to be much sort after. Uncomplicated lives with aspirations in keeping with reality. Not any more and as these, must have, must experience symbols become entrenched in our minds they lead us further and further away from who we really are.
The travel brochure, the fitness regimen, the food and diet advice, everyone wants a piece of you. And where in the midst of all this is the real you. Where is 'your' identity, where are your foibles, your eccentricities, who was it who piled on top of you those lists, lists of what to do and what to see, lists of what is good and what is bad.
Our character, if we were fortunate to be allowed to imbibe our experiences growing up was a slow, layer upon layer experiential process which was administered to us by our environment, our parents and the friends we chose to associate with. It was not a copywriters fantasy or a photographers telephoto lens exclusive, it had all the elements of who we were and the values we had. These values were unique to us and a small coterie of friends, they remain with us as a sample of what we experienced and the values we formed from that experience and it is why I treat with great scepticism the calls to change from who I feel comfortable as, into someone more aligned to the common mania to seek tick boxes life style, have been there and done that, as if being there has any relevance in a whistle stop tour or a one day stop over on a cruise ship.
Around your feet, where you stand today is enough to be getting on with, thank you very much and if there is more, I think I will leave it to my next life
Our character, if we were fortunate to be allowed to imbibe our experiences growing up was a slow, layer upon layer experiential process which was administered to us by our environment, our parents and the friends we chose to associate with. It was not a copywriters fantasy or a photographers telephoto lens exclusive, it had all the elements of who we were and the values we had. These values were unique to us and a small coterie of friends, they remain with us as a sample of what we experienced and the values we formed from that experience and it is why I treat with great scepticism the calls to change from who I feel comfortable as, into someone more aligned to the common mania to seek tick boxes life style, have been there and done that, as if being there has any relevance in a whistle stop tour or a one day stop over on a cruise ship.
Around your feet, where you stand today is enough to be getting on with, thank you very much and if there is more, I think I will leave it to my next life
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