Consequences of a visit to San Carlos:
Verbosity is on pause for now. I went to San Carlos. Saw another way to live. Periodically while there, I would raise one of the issues in my personal litany, Only to meet a smooth wall of cultivated apathy.
They would patiently explain, to the obviously unknowing,
"I don't care. Furthermore, I don't want to care. Nothing I have ever said or done has ever made a difference. So I moved here and stopped worrying about it. It doesn't matter what I think. Now I don't care. And I don't want to care. Life is better this way. I am healthier this way. I am happier this way." I heard wisdom in this.
So I am in chrysalis; evolution; considering the change; considering the possibility of not worrying about whatever it is the media wants me to worry about today; considering what a simple life might be like... once again... like when I was young, where my biggest concerns are what's for dinner and where are the fish biting...
Does it matter if I care? Evidence is no. Is it in my best interest to fret? Again, the evidence is no. Then just why do I do it?
Wwfin
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I love this, Will. My newspaper has been the source of minor depression for years, yet still I subscribe. The media want us to worry. There are true things worth worrying about, but there are good moments in life as well. Since I stopped reading the paper last week, I haven't experienced freedom from worry, but I am writing more, and finding interesting people in the blogosphere. There's a lot to love about life, even one as small as mine.
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