Trees that grow in objectively boring places, like say by a highway. What if they had thoughts and feelings? What if they had hopes and dreams like we as people do? Would they be jealous of all the people they see in the cars passing them day and night? Would they constantly be wondering where those people were going or what they were going to experience or see? Would they wish they had been planted somewhere else, somewhere with a better view or with more excitement? Would they wish that they could just uproot themselves and travel?
We as humans are lucky in that way, we have the option most of the time, to uproot ourselves and start a new life anywhere we would like. We have the option, most of the time, to spend our lives traveling and seeing as many new and exciting things as our hearts and souls could desire. Instead of only having the one option of watching the same old cars drive on the same old highway day in and day out we have the option, though it may not seem like it all the time, to chase the excitement instead of waiting for it to come to us.
Freedom to go where I want and be who I want is a privilege I convince myself is not available to me. I even fear it at times. I fear the freedom to make my own decisions and choices about my own life because I fear I do not possess the necessary knowledge. I fear I do not possess the necessary knowledge to make the “right” choices. But who is it that should dictate what is “right” for my life? Me.
Living it Up Halfheartedly 