the good life
i’ve traveled a lot this year in spite of the fact that like john madden of the football fame i hate to fly. i made trips in april, may, july, august, and september earning significant miles credit.
i guess it was during one of those trips that i realized how good life is. it was when i was looking at the clouds through the window that it hit me.
“wow,” i marveled to myself. “it’s kind of a miracle that i’m up here.”
a century ago, only a few souls would have thought that air travel was possible. in our time, we just take it for granted.
to keep myself from being bored during that long trip, i closed my eyes and thought of things that make our lives wonderful. i was surprised that it didn’t take me a long time to make up the list.
you turn on the tap and water will come out. just like that. you don’t need a well and muscle to carry the water from the well to your house.
you turn on the heater on winter. you don’t need a fireplace to keep you warm.
you can wash your clothes for $5 at the laundromat without breaking your back.
you can have hot showers anytime you want to or cold showers if you’re brave enough.
you flick a switch and the light will come on as if by magic.
you can cook gourmet dish in the microwave.
you can make love on a waterbed.
and the list goes on… starbucks. satellite tv. cellphone. internet. homebanking. suv. atm. laptop. wifi. xbox. ipod. ipad. texting. etc. etc.
as i went through the list, however, i felt a sense of foreboding. these stuff have defined our way of life in such a way that we’d go to great lengths to ensure their preservation.
is that the real reason why we go to war overseas? in iraq and elsewhere?
it was at that point that i opened my eyes. i felt the need to pee.