In later teenage, I considered that the ideal life would be one without many wants or base ambitions, based on a minimum of economic striving, and given to thought and creative expression – probably framed in some degree of solitude. Thoreau and Herman Hesse were whispering in my lug-hole…
Then I got distracted by politics, love, sex and business; coping with my own and my wife’s mental problems; and the shock of my rebound from those experiences.
Latterly, I think I have become that dreamy teenager again. But with creaky joints, diabetes, chronic heart failure and the other Pony Express Riders of the Small Apocalypse. 😀
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