Sometimes i dream of living in a simpler world. I get fried out easily by the busyness of modern society, by the speed at which information and media proliferates. More often than not, something on the internet finds it's way under my skin and can bug me for days. I get overwhelmed and burned out by traffic, consumer culture, and automobiles. The buzz or flicker of a screen can really piss me off. I want to yell STOP! and have everything around me freeze until i say go. but i know this idea of simplicity i have, well, it's just a matter of perspective.
My late uncle earl used to reminisce often of his childhood at the turn of the century. His life was anything but simple. As a youngster, his sister fell ill from tuberculosis. Without the aid of modern medicine, she died, leaving a lingering feeling of loneliness in Earl. Della's son Cecil came to live with earls family, which added financial pressure during what was already a depressed time. Earl delivered papers as a little boy to help support his family financially. His first house had neither running water, nor electricity. He told a story once of walking the family's cow the six long miles from Ferndale to Bellingham when the family moved. I can hardly begin imagine that happening today. I grew up with push button heat, a machine to wash the dishes, and a car to drive me around. It reminds me to be thankful for what i have in this modern era, rather than resentful of what i don't have. I know i get the privilege to choose how simple i want my life to be.