This is the way that Messages on a Mac lets you know that the other party in the conversation is typing a message. I’ve determined that this image slows the progression of time.
There are many overused clichés that could be used here but I’m going to be more direct. It’s impossible to feel old while riding a skateboard.
It’s only boring if you’re a boring person.
I can walk a couple hundred yard outside of my office that’s nestled near downtown KC and get this view. Yes, there are buildings and people and highways and trains … but there’s space and air and nature. Trees and wildflowers (or weeds, but I think they are pretty so they are flowers). Grass. Bees. Foxes. Turkey. Deer. All right here in the middle of the city.
I can drive a mile to a party bar, or a dive bar, or a clandestine speakeasy.
I can get food from nearly every continent and interact with people of the same diversity.
I can see rich and poor. I can see the deepest anguish and fear walking right next to courage and elation.
I can see a city being built and destroyed at the same time.
From that grassy hill, nothing is boring.
Why would you live where there are wildfires or volcanos?
Why would you live where there are earthquakes, tsunamis, sinkholes, or avalanches?
Why would you live where there are crocodiles, tigers, wolves, or venomous snakes?
Why would you live where there are people to fight, maim, and kill you?
Why would you live where there are no people to help out if you are in danger or if you are sick?
Why would you live on a rock floating through the ether of space, perilously close to a nuclear reactor that will one day totally engulf the rock and destroy everything?
Inspired by Why Do People Live In Twister-Prone Oklahoma?