I was talking with someone
a while back, and I mentioned how I live in a trailer on “the family compound”.
I only live there for a small portion of the year and I travel a lot. I have
now been all around the world, to several different countries, and I have the
freedom to do so because I have no mortgage, or lease.
The person was bragging how he lives in the trendiest neighbourhood in town, and I know how expensive that area is. He then criticized my living arrangement, and made a few "trailer trash" jokes. The ironic thing was that we both seemed to feel pity for each other. I am a very good judge of character, and I know for certain that although this fella' is proud of his home, and his lifestyle, he is not happy. His wife also seemed quite unhappy.
The person was bragging how he lives in the trendiest neighbourhood in town, and I know how expensive that area is. He then criticized my living arrangement, and made a few "trailer trash" jokes. The ironic thing was that we both seemed to feel pity for each other. I am a very good judge of character, and I know for certain that although this fella' is proud of his home, and his lifestyle, he is not happy. His wife also seemed quite unhappy.
Middle age is a horrible
time to discover that you've worked so long, and so hard for a life that
doesn't make you happy. It sure was lucky for me to realize that before I reached 30 years
old. I discovered that I have that choice, and I may have eventually had to commit
suicide if I devoted my life to meaningless, tedious tasks to gather
possessions I can be proud of.
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