Again, I contemplate the point of so much in life that we place such value in and use to define our lives. Why? What is the point of committing everything of myself to every waking moment toward working? Why am I working toward a financial security that I'm betting on tomorrow, I will actually enjoy? Why do we define our lives by the size of the house we live in or the fancy cars we drive? If this is success, then why do so many who have traveled down this path claim that something is missing or that there are things they wish they would have done? Life shouldn't be measured by the dollar, euro, peso, franc, etc., but instead by experiences and moments of fulfillment that currency cannot buy. Yet we often find difficulty in treading down the path we know we should travel. We find comfort in not only the known, but the expected and the accepted. I want so desperately to embrace the freedom to live beyond what society expects of me and beyond what society is willing to accept of me. What defines cultural advancement? The technology, wealth, and growth or the will to live a more meaningful life? The struggle I have been faced with lately is that I seek to change my life, to find a life more meaningful and free. I have considered the tiny home movement. I have considered the vanlife movement. Yet, the one thing I feel I am lacking in my life toward any life other than the mundane one I am in, is movement. What am I to do when life is stuck on auto pilot?
