The Bailey Berm House
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The Simple Life
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In the beginning, life was simple. We had a garden, grew our veggies. Hunted our meat. Tanned our leather and wove our fabrics. Most important, we taught our kids and watched them grow. Life was good. Then one day, someone came up with a better way to grow our veggies. Soon, we discovered that it was more efficient to pay a few skins for their veggies and spent more time with our family. However, since we were no longer spending our energy growing our veggies, we grew frustrated with ourselves and decided to work for the guy that grows the veggies. He paid us out of the abundance of his veggies. Soon, we had too much veggies so we traded them for cloth and skins from our neighbors. And life was good. After a while, we had more cloth and skins than we could use and we got busy trying to get rid of the excess. This of course made us richer. It wasn't long until we needed a larger house to hold all our excess. Soon, the closets were full, so we looked farther to what we could trade. We found wagons and horses and radios to trade for. Life got busier and soon we realized that others were doing the same thing. A neighbor says, 'I got TV,' and another says, 'I have the Internet.' From our abundance, we trade for these new items and learn about Keeping up with the Joneses. Soon, we get so busy trading for more technology that we no longer have time for our family. We no longer have time to teach our own kids, so we make the decision to send them to school, elsewhere. This gives us more time to expand our holdings. Then, we find ourselves too busy to spend the evening with our kids, so we site them in front of the TV to occupy tham. They want to spend time with us, but we are too busy bathering our trades and getting rid of the excess. Ultimately, we have pushed our kids out of our life, so when they grow old, they leave, looking for a place they can belong. They travel through the world, settling far from what they once though of as home. |
Years pass. One day while sitting on the porch we realize, 'I wish I could rewrite this story...'
In the beginning, life was simple. We had a garden, grew our veggies. Hunted our meat. Tanned our leather and wove our fabrics. Most important, we taught our kids and watched them grow. Life was good. Then one day, someone came up with a better way to grow our veggies. Soon, we discovered that it was more efficient to pay a few skins for their veggies and spent more time with our family. It would be so easy to find other ways to keep ourselves busy, but we chose to learn how to love and spend time with our family. Our kids grow up knowing that this is their home and rather than running when they grow older, they chose to live a simple life, near the family they have loved so long.
Obviously, more does not always mean better. I want to learn to evaluate my life, determine what my dream is and persue that dream with all my heart. The problem I have faced is seperating my dream from what the Joneses have.
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