I certainly do.
In one sense I crave freedom… it’s what this blog was born out of. Freedom from the traditional 9 to 5 job, from a traditional life, from the (perceived) monotony of the same daily routine for months, years… decades.
Alternately, I crave safety. It’s biological. You probably crave it too. Safety, companionship, love, a family unit, community.
There is a continual tug of war going on inside of my head. Which do I prize more: freedom or the human need for closeness, for one’s tribe, and for roots?
The answer is: I don’t know.
If you can see me over that mountain of scarves you piled on to fight off San Francisco’s infamous summer chill, raise your hand… and if you can lift your arm with those three sweaters on, even better.
Listen… I know that summer in SF can be “cool” and not just because the thermostat is reading in the low-60s Fahrenheit.
The word tether, as a noun, is defined as a rope, chain, or the like, by which an animal is fastened to a fixed object so as to limit its range of movement.
Human beings are animals, but the difference between us and the dog on a leash or cow tied to a fence is that we often choose our tethers. Those tethers cost us money, and many of us—sadly—believe that by collecting tethers our lives gain meaning.
Today all over the country & the world people are quitting or getting canned from jobs they’ve slaved at for years. And then tomorrow, or the next day (depending on how long their savings/unemployment pay lasts), these same people will go out to search for another job like the last and repeat the whole vicious cycle over again.
Well, I for one am not one of those people. I escaped.