that I think goes to the real struggle of our society.
I think it goes to unmet needs in all of us. The yearning for something that we can't identify. Seeking satisfaction. I heard someone on public radio discussing this years ago- he was talking about how the farther we get from physically meeting our daily physical needs, the less content we are. That there was a benefit to demanding, tiresome effort it took just to stay alive when we had to work at it more personally. Growing/harvesting/preserving food. Building and maintaining shelter/warmth etc.
He said this not in a nostalgic, rose colored lens way- romanticizing the past, but rather acknowledging that even progress has a cost.
We seem to be looking to fill the void within us with 'stuff' or 'busy-ness' because it numbs us a little or distracts us from our longings- whatever they might be.
sorry,
thinking out loud
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