Makes me think about the hunter gathers of the world and the need to secure daily sustenance. I have found that when a person has to pay for water you become very aware of the realities of access to water and how some of us are very fortunate to never have to worry about accidentally drinking the water from the tap.
We seem to be on our own journey, wherever we are, trying to make sense of the time we have and to use the daylight as it seems fit - some of us may live moment to moment accepting each second as it is, others may be searching for the finish line that tells us we have completed something... anything. Some of us may use the time we have to create connections, to share a message or to just be.
I never really know where I am going but there seems to be this internal compass that leads me to places I just understand. I find the message somewhere in the madness or possibly I make the message somewhere from the madness... creating purpose to my existence.
It is apparent that no matter who we are or where we come from we are trying to survive in the environment we are in - some of us may carry an enthusiasm for life, while others are not so ecstatic... and to be honest some of the hands we have been dealt are not always the winning hand but, man, some of us sure can bluff our way through it.
I think I admire that most - making the hand we want out of the shit we have been left with. If life is lived through the perception of what we believe it to be, I will continue to see it for what it is - a whole mess of something, with a lot of material objects made from nature. We all come back to earth one way or another.
