I went down to Roseville for a doctor’s appointment last weekend. I was able to stay with my aunt and uncle and visit with family before I leave for Minnesota. It’s always stressful for me to go down there because I’m from Podunkville, so I’m not into big city. I hate driving in that traffic! And you know what else…materialism runs rampant down there (well, maybe it’s just more noticeable). Anyway, that’s not the point of my story. Here’s the point:
It’s Christmas time, so everyone’s houses looked very nice. And we’re talking about huge houses here. I mean, I’m driving through a neighborhood where players from the Sacramento Kings live okay! Now, every once in a (great) while, I get in one of those moods when I feel like everyone’s life is better than mine. I see all these wonderful houses and new cars and fancy clothes, and it makes me feel like I’m a loser. But this particular night, driving around the land of the rich, I noticed that while these houses are beautiful and all…they are all empty. It’s like these people have all this money and all this stuff, but they have nothing of worth, and no time with their loved ones because they are too busy making that money.
What’s the point in THAT?!
Suddenly I’m completely satisfied with my extremely simplistic life.