I keep in the back of my mind. looking up into the starry night sky, that half of the day we cannot see these other suns, because we are blinded by our own.
It's easy to forget how very small we are.
How very big is our solar system.
And how much exists beyond what we can see.
Having this on the front of our minds would only result in a lack of appreciation for the present.
It's like living somewhere for years and suddenly meeting someone who shows you a new part of town. Our perception is so comparatively narrow, too narrow to ever have a true view of the world.
It seems unjust to have us live in a world where it is impossible to explore every option. Where it is our habit or nature to find comfort in the familiar, yet constantly think of what it would be like if that familiarity were taken from us. Constant bombardment of advertisements scream that your life will be better, easier, more comfortable if you buy this thing. We extend this thought pattern to other aspects of our lives, often thinking that this job, this relationship, this vacation, will make us happier.
As I have been learning more about the modern nomadic lifestyle, it has become apparent that it is quite possible to live between the lines of our individualistic society. Ugly food is thrown away. Tattered buildings are left empty. Countless cars and trains move with plenty of room for extra passengers. "If you go hungry on the street, then you're stupid", as one traveler had put it. Cardboard signs have been known to make $100 a day, if you can find the right spot.
