It’s funny. The words flow so easily from my lips when I’m talking with others about this. But now, it’s hard to know where to begin. I’m not using this blog as a means of convincing anyone, and I’m certainly not sounding the alarm. I’m no Paul Revere. Nor am I Buckminster Fuller.
Fact is, I feel like my life needs some meaning, and I’m starting to discover what that may be. I think that one of the reasons that it is so hard to be happy in this society, this culture, is because I see that there could be a better way for me to do things – for myself, for others – and I’m not doing it. I’m not sure yet what this way will be, but I can definitely say what it is not, and that is business as usual. If you’ve ever felt a twinge of guilt for driving to work alone in your car, knowing that if you had thought about things a little more, planned a little better, you could be riding your bike or taking the bus or even carpooling, then you’ll know what I mean.