This morning I read the real estate section of the Sunday Age. It made me feel so detached from the everyday concerns of the modern Australian and all they aspire too.
The collective knowledge and wisdom of the human race and all the religions teach the same basic message, that happiness doesn’t come from what you own, but who you are – well so I keep reminding myself anyway.
I don’t aspire to, or necessarily begrudge the success and wealth of others, I’m just sick of feeling like a freak because I have different aspirations. Come to think of it, it’s not being a freak that concerns me either, rather that it disturbs others to the point that they can become antagonistic.