Good: Being free of the office is glorious. Only requiring internet, a digital nomad has the world to extend out to (COVID conscious, of course). Flexible hours and flexible locations are benefits folks who haven’t had them before can’t imagine.
Bad: Workplaces tend to substitute for a lot of the social effort a person puts into their groups and friends. Losing that, it behooves a person to not only want to “go out,” but to be militant on having a regular schedule of escaping the home. This can be adventurous, but it demands work.
Good: Digital nomadism has shown me how much can be saved monetarily (I’ll post about the numbers someday). Specifically, Airbnbs are cheaper than rent. Much cheaper. And did I mention how you aren’t tied down to the place by signing away your life and earnings for a year? Nor is a nomad tied down by as much “stuff” that invariably crusts over typical homes.
Bad: Speaking of “stuff,” there is little available to move around. A nomad has at best a laptop computer, a duffle of clothes, toiletries, misc. small papers and electronics, and perhaps a vehicle. That’s it. Digital nomadism is an amazing opportunity to find out what a person can get along without, but that big TV? The favorite couch? The desktop gaming station? The golf clubs? They get left behind or long-termed stored.
Good: The future is yours as a nomad. What do you want to do? Where do you want to go? When to do it all? The immensity of it all can be… let’s say nomads have great powers.
Bad: Yet also great responsibilities come with nomadism. Schedules must be kept, wi-fi attained, social experiences had, and more. A nomad can do what they want, but they need to know what they want then follow through. All this on their own too, as the lack of a “base camp” adds a level of uncertainty to life and strains relationships of all kinds.
Now, I might be missing things from the above. I can do without a lot, and inconveniences I may not consider to be outright “bad,” just something to deal with or go without. And the “good” qualities are largely a point of perspective. Do with that what you will 🤷♂️
What I’ve Learned
Digital nomadism has been wild, beyond these little words on this blog post.
Regardless of what I have found good or bad about the lifestyle, it has been an experience I cannot regret. The adventure bar none has been well worth missed trips over the last two years. The self-confidence in both my capabilities and what’s possible no matter what happens in the future is beyond value.
All that said, I have learned some important points:
If driving while being a nomad, get a vehicle large enough for your sleeping accommodations, preferably a hybrid or electric vehicle so you can run the AC at night for less than half-a-gallon of gas.
Rest areas and truck stops are your friends. Not all rest areas are created equally.
Airports and public libraries have work-ready wi-fi and charging ports. (i.e. aim not to take time off on travel days.)
If you are in no rush, find somewhere quiet in nature to eat and meditate. Otherwise, have some go-to food options that are clean enough to dine on while driving – refrigeration (e.g. car food coolers) is somewhat overrated.
Visit people over places. People come with their own places, are someone to share experience with, and as COVID has shown us, may not last as long as places do.
Invest in that better laptop computer.
Get audiobooks and movies digitally through public library apps such as Hoopla and Libby. These will save your sanity and your back when not having to carry even more things along.
Earplugs, melatonin, and an eye mask. Get these and be comfortable sleeping with them. (Earplugs also for long drives and flights.)
You need less than you think you do. Less than that.
Digital nomadism is largely safe, especially in between cities (rest stops) and being around truckers.
Keeping this short since by the time you are reading this, I’m traveling again!
Clearly I haven’t completely given up on the digital nomadism lifestyle despite the “bad” points above. However, I do need a base camp going into 2022, so it’s about time to “pump the brakes” a little.
Will I find this slowdown sufficient for me? Time will tell. I’ll be a different person in 2022 – the world will be novel too. Regardless of what I do next, having the option to travel and work wherever, whenever is a thought of great comfort.
How about you? Have you traveled on little to far reaches? Have you been on the fence about taking on the nomad lifestyle? I’m happy to hear your stories or to clarify points of mine.
When COVID hit the US in 2020, it changed virtually everything.
For me, a major upheaval happened in diet. From eating multiple small meals a day every few hours, I consolidated. I indulge now in one meal a day.
This is intermittent fasting. In this kind of fasting, a person doesn’t consume calories for at least 16 hours a day (not a huge ask for a typical 3-meal-a-day person who isn’t gorging to the point of bedtime). A faster breaks for about 8 hours in the day, but I?
I fast for closer to 20-22 hours, possibly with a serving-sized pad of grass-fed cow butter at 18-20 hours to fight off any hunger. (This sounds akin to the Bulletproof Diet, though I don’t adhere to its principles per say.) Every waking hour is filled with liters of water and cups of herbal tea to fill in the gaps 😉
Not only do I fast for most of the day, I also have moved over to vegetarian fare (butter the exception). After reading Sapiens and other sources of ethical review, I gave up eggs in 2020, closing the last door of flesh-like animal products. On rare occasion a cheese might be had or there is meat product made available by happenstance, but I view these encounters as inevitable and a fine way to gauge how my body reacts to meat anymore!
OK. Fasting, hydration, and vegetarianism. Add in intense resistance and cardio exercise at least 3-to-4 times a week, and I’m =fit=. If this was a more questionable blog, I’d put up pictures 😁 (You might find @JimmyChattin on Instagram and Twitter.)
I sometimes add garbanzo beans, sunflower seeds, someone else’s leftovers, or vices like a handful of peanut butter pretzel nuggets (❤) or Takis (❤❤❤❤).
Workout, that is.
Really comes down to runs (cardio) and resistance (muscle).
For runs, I used to do longer distances, regularly 13-20 miles. I’ve calmed down since, going for 3-5 miles because it’s so quick. Every-other weekend hikes, dancing, and jump-ropes make up the variety any workout ought to have.
Resistance has had the most evolution since COVID arrived. I used to be all about the plates and free-weights. Now, I’m real big on pushups, pullups, and resistance bands. The bands especially are ~quality~, where I’m even now wearing one around my neck for easy exercise whenever, wherever. (Need to look at getting more / stronger bands at this point – broke my 40#er so only 110#-ish is attainable 😦 )
It takes a village, right? My village includes food, physical excellence, and other necessities.
My supplements include a whole-food multivitamin, B, C, and D vitamin boosters, zinc, and a collagen complex (no kidding, go add collagen to your supplement lineup). There are other bits here and there, but at this point I’m only using up my bulk orders 🤷♂️
Of course, there’s sleep. Blue-light filters, dim light, chilling out, and a regular hygiene routine help settle me down. I read by phone (I know, bad) until I’m really ready, slipping on an eye mask and under a single sheet cover to stay cool. Legs raised, I snooze … IDK. Have to fix my Fitbit Bluetooth connection 😅 Wake with the sunrise despite the mask and earplugs, I sit to write or go for a run!
This is my life, and life is Good.
What are you up to? Seeing my setup, what might need to be tried or improved upon? Looking for advice. Hit me up! Take care and stay safe in the meanwhile – cheers.
Life in the United States and the world has been shaken by the outbreak of the COVID-19 virus and the ignorant responses to it. Is still being shaken.
Yet change is on the horizon. I’ve received my vaccine, more folks have or are doing the same. Private and social and professional affairs are in the swing of a new paradigm. Soon there will be a new ‘normal’ with the events of 2020 and 2021 quick to fade away.
Let’s save a sense of what things were like during this (hopefully) once-in-a-century event. Here I share with you my schedule, because it is myself, as we’re both creatures of habit and defined by our actions.
Before we dive, here’s an overview of my stances:
Upper-middle-class thought worker with decade career.
Familial support system across the country.
No role obligations as guardian or otherwise responsible to others.
There is some discrepancy between the years (it was cushy to collect unemployment through the first year of pandemic).
0700 AM – Wake now or earlier, usually with the sunrise despite an eye mask.
0730 AM – Begin the day’s work. Depending on the month, this would be driving, hiking, writing, reading, studying, or designing.
0100 PM – Possibly earlier, I’d either continue the day’s work or get to chores or working out. Chores tended to be a workout anyway, as I was chopping trees, landscaping, and assisting in construction. Got lean-buff with a push-up routine that broached many hundreds of push-ups in an hour!
0330 PM – Lunch! My only meal of the day (more on this in another post). This one spent with the fam.
0430 PM – Playing a Halo 1:1 game with my dad for three rounds. Some of my most memorable times in 2020 as I was coming to grips with my workaholism and a depression brought on by the constant national news.
0600 PM – Attempt to relax. Journal, respond to social media, etc. Often I’d take again to more work, but I tried to cap it.
0800 PM – Gather up to head to bed by 9 at the latest. Read in bed until kaput.
Weekends and weekdays had no meaningful difference, except mail came some days and Tuesdays had the weekly 0600 AM grocery run to avoid pandemic exposure.
Thus begins: The Day Job. My weekdays:
0600 AM – Wake up, read social media and other channels in bed for about half-an-hour.
0700 AM – Setup for the day. Respond to requests, journal, minor house chores, the works.
0800 AM – Now I’m writing at this time, but for the first half of the year this could be anything 🤷♂️ Sometimes I’d start the day-job early because it was easy to give into the workaholism and I failed to give myself direction.
0900 AM – Butt-in-chair for the work-from-home day-job. May also take this time for appointments because workplace culture didn’t need me to be at attention until 10 AM.
0300 PM – Somewhere around here I’m working out, followed by my once-a-day meal. Often I’d be doing the job while eating, but sometimes I allow myself to relax with something simple, like Netflix or YouTube. Back to the job in one-to-two hours.
0600 PM – If not out by 5, I’d be out about now, give-or-take (written on a day I was out at 0645 😂). Shower if I haven’t yet from my afternoon workout and manage a chore or two.
0900 PM – Bedtime / Writing time. Harder to do the latter when you’re very ready for the former! (Written at 0800 PM on a Thursday 🙃)
My weekends consisted of the same wakeup times, though sometimes I’d read for an hour in bed. Weekends were largely unstructured. Possibly get out to a skate park if there weren’t people around, go hiking up a mountain in fair weather, have a run, do chores, etc. Weekends during the 2021 pandemic remain(ed) fairly unstructured, a happy change from years of work-work-work plan-plan-plan.
Yet, extremists continue to act, even today, to undermine united efforts to save the lives of Americans, if not outright act against those efforts. Thus, when the majority of the developed world has begun to open up, to travel, to enjoy the company of each other, the United States remains off the world stage, other countries closing their borders to a sick, unwell country.
We will never get back the lives of September 11th, or those of COVID-19. However, we may still prevent more loss to the latter. Address falsehoods as they rear, share information from WHO, expect others to follow guidelines, be patient, and wear your mask.
On this anniversary of a horrific tragedy caused by extremists, I ask you to do your part in refuting the cause of extremists in perpetuating the senseless deaths of our ongoing tragedy.
(In the following, we’re going to discuss death, disease, and dangerous rhetoric. This post is a heavy one. If you continue, know you are strong. Click on the links to be informed from official [ie legitimate] sources. Share as you will.)
Not OK.I started writing this when we were nearly to 150,000 deaths in the United States caused by the worse-than-lack-of response from federal and state leadership. Now, just 2 days before this post is meant to go live, 1 week later, we’re at approximately 155,000 deaths (~157,000 at time of posting), 4.7 million confirmed cases. You will understand any testiness that creeps into the following, as I have a bias for competence and human life. *deep breathe* We begin:
That means approximately 30,000 people have died on average per month for 5 months. Again, these numbers are on the rise exponentially at the time of writing.
For reference, here are other especial deaths of citizens of the United States:
September 11th, 2001: 2,991 died in 1 day. This does not include the military and civilian deaths caused by 2 armed invasions and occupations by the US, nor the deaths of others in the destabilized region, such as Syria. Those who subsequently died of conditions caused by the events of 9/11 are also not counted.
The argument was posed in response to sharing this post on Facebook that compared COVID-19 deaths at the 4 month mark with plane crashes. The COVID-19 deaths at that time equated to approximately 50 plane crashes with all lives lost per week for 4 months. It concluded that those who govern would take action to resolve such a situation and no-one would take the deaths as a “hoax” or fail to take them seriously.
In rebuke of this, an argument was put forward that gained some minor support. In a nutshell:
#3 – For lung cancer news coverage, we have November as an awareness month. Other than that, children learn smoking is bad in school. That’s about it, so true, there is little coverage. But is this a good point to be making?
It can be concluded that the point on leaving adults to make adult decisions free from government regulation is false. (Any case made that this is at best an anarchistic ideal or at worst a criminal mentality is beyond the scope of this article.)
We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.
Establish Justice? Insure domestic Tranquility? Common defense? General Welfare? These appear to be the best intentions meant by the Constitution. (I’m appealing to Occam’s Razor for simplicity and brevity.)
The document goes on to charge and empower Congress to create laws towards the Constitution’s intentions. Further, the “executive Power”, the president, is charged and empowered to command all military forces, make treaties, appoint judges and ambassadors, and convene or adjourn Congress.
It is action towards common goals, which does not include abandonment of those responsibilities when having passed on information to the general public. That is the duty of the GOP administration – best labeled as this as it is a simple umbrella to refer to federal government, and the Republican party holds a majority of Congress, the Supreme Court, and has the executive office.
If we consider that the only duty of the GOP administration would be the truthful, timely, and complete informing of the American citizenry of the COVID-19 situation, how did the administration do?
The GOP administration will take all necessary steps to safeguard citizens.
COVID-19 will “miraculously” go away in 2 months when it is warmer.
COVID-19 is a “new hoax” from the Democratic party targeting Donald Trump.
Comment that the Swine Flu that killed nearly 13,000 citizens was poorly handled.
“Just stay calm. It will go away.”
National state of emergency declared.
Recommend to socially distance for 15 days.
Establishment of act to compel industries to produce supplies to combat COVID-19. Days later, admits to using the act as “leverage”. No industries compelled to produce supplies for another 9 days.
Claims America will soon be “open for business”. Encourages churches to be full on Easter holiday.
Claims to have not known the severity of COVID-19 despite WHO recommendations, international experiences of the pandemic, and guidance from the CDC.
Announcement that wearing face masks is a voluntary precaution, that “you don’t have to do it”, despite CDC recommendations.
“The president of the United States calls the shots” when incorrectly arguing that the president has the power over states’ rights to establish or life local emergency conditions.
Halt of funding to the World Health Organization.
Calls for various states to end their COVID-19 precautions (wearing masks, closing non-essential businesses) to continue economic activity.
I apologize, dear reader. I cannot go on. The above only extends to the middle of April. In that time, the virus was supposed to be under the control of the US, it was not that bad, it was a hoax, it was to just go away, it was leverage, responsibility for protecting citizens was given to the states, the states were told the could not take responsibility for protecting citizens, and “you don’t have to do it” in regards to social distancing and wearing face masks, some of the best protection against contracting and spreading COVID-19.
This argument that the duty of the government is to inform citizens is false by the letter of the Constitution. Even if it was, the GOP administration would have done better to be silent and remain out of the way of more localized efforts instead of giving incorrect information to the public and undermining global and US efforts.
#7 – Government mandates are wrong and over-reaching, so this point goes, as it regards requiring social distancing and wearing face masks.
Do you need me to mention seat belts, smog checks, lead in your water, asbestos, age of consent, taxes, police, a standing military, firearm registration, education requirements, and food safety standards? No? Well, guess that may mean you’re a rational human being. We continue.
Since 137,000 deaths is a fact, and comparing a number of equally dead people by disease to that number by fire, there is no falsehood posed in the point (ie, no negative or misleading proposal). The benefit, however, is that there will be fewer deaths in the future if emotion can be used to get people to act appropriately rather than in ways that lead to more dead.
But most importantly, if we can’t agree that people killed indiscriminately by their hundreds of thousands is a bad thing, that we do not stand idly by while this happens, I don’t know how to teach you to care about other people 🤷♂️
Lung cancer. It kills 11,310 on average every month.
COVID-19. 34,350 killed a month, averaged a month ago.
Lung cancer is terrible. It is preventable. We have failed as a society to save those who’ve died and will die because… what? Liberties? Economy? And every government for the last 100+ years shares the blame with the culture that condoned the mortality.
COVID-19 is terrible. It has killed at least 3 times the number who’ll die from lung cancer. It has been preventable. Could still be preventable. Yet more will die because… what? Liberties? Economy?
All that and more, it seems, a claim backed by the without precedent GOP administration’s abandonment of duty (if not outright maliciousness towards the general public), further while a cowboy culture in the United States will continue to claim more and more lives by individual belligerence regardless of guidance, fact, or seemingly moral discussion. The argument dismantled above gives proof that even when facts are provided, people will still choose to kill other people, belittling the act (or lack thereof to prevent the killing) all the way to justify themselves.
COVID-19 is not a joke. The death of another human beings, let alone hundreds of thousands, must be corrected actively, not passively. A life is not a statistic. To argue over whether a person should die or not, that exercising personal liberty for personal gain is more important than the health of another, is… Well, villainous.
Any further discussion is a threat to public health. Thus, I will cease writing further on facts and leave the duty to competent, benign journalists and healthcare professionals. However, I reserve future calls to action on COVID-19, on lung cancer, on the ills of humanity that we as people must do something about.
You’ve been informed. From here, it’s simple. Waste no more time on “argument”. Give no room to those that would goad you to waste your life. Follow CDC and WHO COVID-19 guidelines. Act.
Do that, and you may save a life. You may save yours.
As was mentioned last week, there continue to be technical difficulties in rural America. Thus, we’re without an uploaded cast for week two. You’re going to get a more filled out transcript for now 😁
Makes the time fitting that we should talk about the elephant in the room, (rural) America. It’s more than just bad internet connections. It’s grandeur, even in its blasted expanses; it’s hope, even as there’s none; it’s a new perspective, even with (or because there’s) a pandemic continuing to ravage the American populace. It’s pride in the ashamed. It’s so much more than just these things.
After the following post, you may have an evolved understanding of a certain psychology in different parts of the United States. I’ve certainly come to new terms with the country as a whole because of a week-long trip I took at the start of May 2020. The plan had been to spend a month on the road, touring the wild places I’ve not yet given myself time to enjoy.
However, with many states locked down and a person not wanting to visit those that weren’t, while the national parks were closed, much of the proposed adventure were untenable. It makes sense to scrap such a venture: Despite being away from people, interactions would need to happen at sometime, while the danger of solo longer-term travel is a valid consideration.
In exchange, I made arrangements to meander in more-or-less a straight line to New York State where I’d visit family after an additional two weeks in self-isolation. The tenants of the trip remain the same:
Minimal human contact to the extreme.
Masks and gloves when doing things like using washrooms or gas stations.
Eat and drink of my supplies (2.5 weeks of water, 1.25 months of food).
Sleep in my car or tent.
Enjoy myself, abandoning preconceived daily structure and being chill about the journey.
FIRST ADVENTURE – UTAH AND FUEL
With all of my possessions taking up 5×10 in a 10×10 space or in my car, I set forth from Lake Las Vegas on May 2nd after a horrendously peaceful morning next to the water. Places I’d not seen in a long time, things that elicited memories of years of late nights with friends, food, music, joy, anger, sadness, passed as I traveled up a sliver of Nevada into Utah, a beautiful place.
The road took me past my nostalgia of Grand Canyon camping, Zion hiking, and those that came along. As the memories of years gone by flew away like power lines, I started making new ones.
Into strange places I drove, places of irregular gullies and ravines, a wide, basking splendor of high and low tops. These dropped away as if a curtain rod had fallen, revealing an expanse of plain bordered on its sides by more mountains and hills.
Now, to my shame. I ran out of gas in Utah’s high places! Though maybe I exaggerate… Anyway, with so many gas stations, I figured I’d last through the mountains I passed. I know now they were part of a national park, devoid of any such facilities.
Coming out of the mountains, I calculate I had a third of a gallon left in the tank. Approximately 15-18 miles. Alarms pinged and warning lights flashed. I pulled the car off the highway to search my phone with no data available for fuel.
Luckily, there happened to be a town but 12, 15 miles away from where I was. Completely perpendicular to my course, it proved my only hope.
Leveraging my Toyota Prius’s electric capability, I tooled North to the town, thinking awhile that I could jog, fill a water bottle with gas if need be. As I watched my gauge estimate 18, 15, 13, 8 miles left, I entered the town as the Sun cut off on the mountainous horizon. And there, to my elation, was the single-pump, self-service gas station.
I spent the night in the town, walked through dark, dark streets to its cemetery and back again. Sagging houses were neighbored by those erect, yet all missed the landscaping or paint those in cities commonly see. Some shacks gaped black holes of doors and windows at me, yet those that didn’t threw new shadows from the scrap and vehicles and tools left in the yard.
All this under a massive expanse of stars I’d not seen in years and years.
I wonder if that fear of dark caves (or their modern equivalent, abandoned buildings without light) reminds us that first there is no human fire there, and second that monsters lie in caves, as nearly all human myth has beasts in the dark…
SECOND ADVENTURE – COLORADO AND SHOCK
Utah gives way into the =incredible= mountains of Western Colorado, and its even more incredible inclines and declines among trees and snow.
Gassing-up and driving through tight gorges, I see people. These adventure-seeking Coloradoans bike and run and go everywhere. Neither the pandemic nor the snow grant them masks, nor are the paths they trod wide enough to distance themselves socially.
Shock hits me. I’m set about thinking on the culture and mentality of the people in the place. If I only could have been humbled by knowing what I’d come to see.
The beauty of Colorado’s West dies at Denver. Passing into the East leaves no doubt.
Plains. Plains for as far as the eye can see stretch for mile-after-unobstructed-mile. Ravines and tree lines do exist, but in such small numbers as to be the most interesting bits of scenery.
Though, I’m remiss to not mention the clouds. Storms of such bulking mightiness as one can only get on the plains bless the sky. Language fails me to describe it any other way.
THIRD ADVENTURE – KANSAS AND DISREGARD
Gas is incredibly cheap here. That’s a thing.
Its people scoff at the COVID disaster. They wear not mask nor glove nor have much mind of space either. It is plain by the stickers and signs and clothing that the sitting president is something akin to God here, as these reminders outweigh the “Jesus saves” and anti-choice placards. This is ironic, as the actions of the people show a disregard for those moving about.
No love lost as I cross quickly into the forests of Missouri.
FOURTH ADVENTURE – MISSOURI AND REVELATION
No masks worn in the gas stations. Children and parents alike crowd together without regard.
I leave the civilization for the Lake of the Ozarks. After a pleasant afternoon comes the rural country through winding back roads.
What a country.
Fields and flowers and forests and flowing water. Nature is in power here.
Nature is in power over the peoples, too.
Small huts called houses are consumed by vines. Brush and grass swallow automobiles. Machines rust, concrete cracks, the roads are pitted.
I see much, and nothing, and it has me thinking…
These are little places, the lost places, the places entering or having long since passed into decrepitude. I find myself traveling through the rural destruction of Missouri.
It strikes me at that moment why so many in such places seem … angry, helpless. The feelings conveyed when one turns on the news, talks to the person in bluejeans while adding gas to the car.
The reason would seem to lie in being around the perpetual destruction of the past. As houses dissolve into nature, paint peels and grass grows. There is no basis for self-respect left in the place of grain and trees. What a person sees every day is the death of the work of their forefathers and a constant reminder of their own pending oblivion. And there’s nothing they can do in their towns to stop it.
Perhaps it is nostalgia, romanticism, or an inability of imagination, or all these causes and more, that these adults stay in such a place. They have children there, enabling and encouraging them to stay in the psychologically ruinous rural disaster. Is it too harsh to come to such a conception? Well, the next generations are left to play witness to:
The destruction of their grandfathers’ world.
The human failings, incompetencies, and inabilities of their fathers.
Their own inabilities to maintain a legacy long since rotted in the bush, the mantle given to them without consent by their parents. They are supposed to attain riches and far-flung wants, says Media, says their friends and cousins who’ve escaped for brighter shores, yet they can’t. The tools they have at their disposal, left by their sires, are meant for tillage and ages long since having abandoned the rust-encrusted grain silos.
It’s true that the old start wars, young fight them. The old set traps for the young, naive to fall into. The old curse their own young through bitterness or ineptitude.
Is this a horror I witness? My mind reels at the implications. The Prius is stopped by the side of the road. If true, these observances explain and correspond with so much: Dismissal of change, the glorification of “good ol’ days”, manifest destiny, cultural and racial pride…
When the population is unable to acquire what they are expected to have (materialism, consumerism glorified in televised culture), these populations hold resentment towards (or worse, belief in) the dreams of their parents, when they pretend to hope for a future as also surrounded by the evidence of a lost past that refuses to completely rot under the hot and humid sun. The cycle of trial, failure, and tasking others to try has no choice but to continue.
Humans see patterns. That’s what we do. So those stuck in a dwindling cycle must be aware that what has been tried by others for years does not work.
We also are keen to rationalize away our laziness and wrongness inherent in our choices. We abstain from responsibility as it comes to the negative consequences of our actions (or inaction). Therefore, the method is not considered wrong, merely that some external force caused it to fail or it needs “just one more try”.
We push away those we resent and those who objectively get better than us through ways alien to our own. Thus, outside influence in decision making is lost. Thus, the only influence left is from the few voices that:
Are miserable because they see their failure yet refuse to admit to it.
Would like company in their misery.
Rationalize sunk costs of failure, justifying the same efforts be made by others.
To perpetuate the cycle, those who’ve found themselves wasted and stuck in a country that’s left them behind do what they must:
Encourage others to stay with them, feinting helplessness.
Dull the will of others to leave, usually through a lack of education.
Trap others with them, usually through marriage and the begetting of children.
Make it easy for others to stay with them by providing parental or financial support.
Shame any change from the above course.
Guilt others who consider leaving or self-sufficiency by either claiming the other is disrespecting legacy and abandoning the miserables in left in the cycle.
With these points in mind, it is easy to understand how quickly and fully a person could become trapped in the cycle of oblivion.
But humans won’t be forgotten. Thus they rail against change and others and those that have grown out of nostalgia and failed history. For this tragedy, I weep.
FINAL ADVENTURE – NEW YORK AND HOME
I no longer care much to stop to see things. I’ve come to know too many things already.
Yet, I still eat my daily meal. This meal finds me at Lake Sara at the kayak launch. It’s private, quiet. The path to the plot is through forest. It’s… peaceful. I am at peace.
The fish jump, the clouds sail, a fisherman goes in circles though grants me a wave in greeting. Birds perch and water snakes slither. Peace.
As I pick up my picnic to go, I realize there is something in the green, blossoming moss next to my seat. It’s fur.
The race is on to meet-up by Mothers Day. To New York I make haste. The country passes in a blur. Wind whips and dark clouds bring with them cold rain.
Western New York! There is virtually no traffic here.
To my last night on the road, I rest at by far the nicest facility of my journey. It overlooks a lake, is away from road noise, has very clean and spacious washrooms, has vending and microwaves, solar power, hardly any others parked, and is absolutely splendid. I could have not asked for better sleep or peace.
Cold cannot be ignored. I wear pants instead of shorts for the first time. For the coming meeting, I groom and shave. It wouldn’t pay to appear too haggard from the drive 😅
Cautiously and curiously, I meander through hills and forests and lakes. I encounter the farms and rolling fields of the Finger Lakes. And around a corner of tall, lush trees, I find what I’ve been driving to all along.
THE WRAP UP
Thank you for staying along with this adventurous tumble, reader. After a week and 2800 miles of driving across the continental United States, a few things bear repeating:
The US is gorgeous and wondrous and broad.
The US is large enough to be lost in, full enough to survive in at little cost, but short enough to get through in under a week.
Driving on the road is a sincere kind of meditation; I highly recommend it.
The US response to the COVID-19 pandemic is troubling.
The tragedy of rural America is… I need to think on it more to understand. Something terrible continues there. Or maybe it’s the system in the rest of the country. I don’t know what to do about it.
Cycles are perpetuated; what harmful cycles are you and I keeping up?
I can live in my Prius for a month, should I only need gas if lacking a camping spot!
Wow. A long one. Not as long as the drive, though! What have you observed having spent any time in the US? 🤔 How far off am I on some of these insights?
Stay safe, stay healthy. Maybe talk with you next week! Cheers for now ~