As an interesting point of view, my significant other (namely spousal unit) and I were discussing the years we have managed to be together and the things we’ve been through. It seems the first 10 years or so we were busy making the memories and the last 10 or so years we are busy remembering them. First 10 were things like fun, travel, archeology, nomadism, school. Then kids. Exit the travel so much for the first years. Suddenly with a 2 year old travel became rather painful. So we substitute other less distancing things. Walk to another room for example. Sleep less. Go out less. Then whammo! First kid begins to almost be a human being. He can talk, walk, use the potty. The potty! What an advancement. No more years of diapers.
Then school sets in. More crises. I don’t make enough money and I travel too much. I’m gone months at a time in places like Barstow and Bakersfield and the Eldorado National Forest. Enter new career path. Suddenly I don’t travel and I make more money but the company I’m with gets swallowed up and the CEO has a heart attack at home. Blech. Off I go again to a different reality.
More voices of Life calling sweetly to me. Saying in their quiet, screaming way,
Mike. You should listen. Are you f**king deaf? Things and times are changing. You gotta do something. The spousal unit is getting unhappy. For heaven’s sake! You live in the Bay area. More money!!
So I move on. Other voices and dreams and whistling winds…
Is this the way you all see things too? Its like two different lives when one crosses the age boundaries. Suddenly life is meant to be lived vicariously. Well checks take a year to get done. There are just more things that can go wrong. All the crap you want to go down, goes up and the stuff you want to go up stays down. What in Hell?
Then there’s music. Here I am listening to Metallica because I like ‘em. I hear music filtering in from next door. What the hell is that crap? I always wonder when I’m driving somewhere when the music is so loud it vibrates how someone can say they are listening to it? Again, its the vicarious thrills. Music is a way of life to me. It thrills me, saddens me, makes me think. I think for others its the opposite. Its an escape. It takes them away from thrills, thinking, emotions.
Anyways, then we get to the job thing. I’ve got a prognostication to make and I’m damned serious. I doubt I will be doing technology in another 2 years. Because those voices are calling me too. But I live in the Bay area and my spousal unit does not say it directly but the meaning is there about what it costs to live here. I mean… It costs almost 750,000 to buy a house these days. Geez. There is no first and second part of life with that. Its all one part. Its called buying and paying and never owning. When I was a kid, my mom and I lived in a trailer that was ours. It rocked in the wind and the power plug was bad and sometimes the water stopped. But we laughed. Laughing is good folks. There is not much laughter in houses these days. Only quiet desperation. That same desperation that Thoreau told us all about so many years ago.
Its sad, and the voice of life still generate within me. They want more now.