Sooo I spent most of my day outside today because it was soo gosh darn nice out. Jumped in the car, drove a short while and found myself a nice trail through the woods.
It made me really happy to get some good exercise, be out in the sun and not have some constant mind-numbing stimulation being beamed at me. Way too much of my days include that junk. Honestly, I got stoned off the rocks, high off the heights and gorged myself with gorges. The woods gave me wood you could say. No worries, I didn't hug trees or molest animals. It was nice to take a dip in my own stream of conciousness.
Had an interesting thought as I walked the banks of an old log flume, its rushing waters the perfect white noise for my deliberation. I began to find shards of glass, containers, pottery bottles and such. But these were older pieces. The glass was in many different shades brilliant azure, dark smokey black, perfect emerald green. There were patterns, different shapes and imperfections...I began to collect them. I stopped and thought to myself the classic line "one man's trash is another man's treasure" but then I realized that this "trash" was different. And I couldn't imagine someone looking through my trash 100 years after I dumped it and seeing the treasures I saw today.
No one will appreciate the trash we leave behind these days. A sad and sobering thought...
So I took "trash" out of the woods today and left nothing of mine behind. I feel good about that.
It made me really happy to get some good exercise, be out in the sun and not have some constant mind-numbing stimulation being beamed at me. Way too much of my days include that junk. Honestly, I got stoned off the rocks, high off the heights and gorged myself with gorges. The woods gave me wood you could say. No worries, I didn't hug trees or molest animals. It was nice to take a dip in my own stream of conciousness.
Had an interesting thought as I walked the banks of an old log flume, its rushing waters the perfect white noise for my deliberation. I began to find shards of glass, containers, pottery bottles and such. But these were older pieces. The glass was in many different shades brilliant azure, dark smokey black, perfect emerald green. There were patterns, different shapes and imperfections...I began to collect them. I stopped and thought to myself the classic line "one man's trash is another man's treasure" but then I realized that this "trash" was different. And I couldn't imagine someone looking through my trash 100 years after I dumped it and seeing the treasures I saw today.
No one will appreciate the trash we leave behind these days. A sad and sobering thought...
So I took "trash" out of the woods today and left nothing of mine behind. I feel good about that.
