home sweet - napa, ca
i met an absolutely wretched person today--selfish and pretentious and full of money-driven philosophies about happiness. and you know what? while sitting there, staring at him and his lion-sized mouth, my mind went one place. and that was home. because i knew that he had never known the sort of contentment that is had from having a single place that works without work--a single unit that has a groove of its own. and it's not about perfection or things or being the acceptable version of yourself there.
you can just be.
so i kept nodding. and all i wanted to say was, "you're completely full of shit." mostly because i know a thing or two about what it means to intently pursue a good life--and the biggest part (or so i've gathered so far) is being able to think and act beyond the borders of your own betterment. what a sad day it'd be to find yourself at sixty-something without a clue.