tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24371407.post1228928893850035069..comments2020-08-24T07:23:26.461-04:00Comments on h-unit: something of a different adventure in self-indulgence: HumanUnithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754737641288438024noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24371407.post-70030648819414584782009-02-28T22:17:00.000-05:002009-02-28T22:17:00.000-05:00We are like children who never grow up... to child...We are like children who never grow up... to children, it's about *getting*, not about having. The new toy is the fun toy, but so often and so quickly the interest in that toy is lost. So we too, adults, lose interest in our "new toy" and have to go out and buy more stuff... to keep us entertained.<BR/>It also reminds me of my two dogs getting their cheese treat in the morning. They *LOVE* treat (mozzarella, cheddar, it does not matter what, as long as it is cheese). The trick is to cut it into tiny pieces. Because it is all about *getting* the treat. They gulp it down without practically tasting it. A big piece disappears in precisely the same time as the tiny piece. So they are much more happy getting many tiny pieces than one enormous piece. So we are too, humans, with our constant need for getting *more*, regardless of size. We want/need that Christmas tree with a gazillion boxes of presents underneath it - preferably all year around.lrgthphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05580215043016023707noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24371407.post-16032934514700049582009-02-11T10:26:00.000-05:002009-02-11T10:26:00.000-05:00I don't even know where to start on this. I admit...I don't even know where to start on this. I admit it. I am like you. Perhaps not to the same extent (hee hee), but we are definitely an 'acquisitive' society. But, I am trying to change that. Why, you ask? Because in October, DH and I went to Cambodia for a holiday. It was there we talked to this little Cambodian girl, who couldn't even afford shoes for school, yet was SO happy to just talk to foreigners. We met another young man that earns $10/month 'maintaining' one of the temples, but wanted to take us around (even though he wasn't really supposed to because they're supposed to be certified to do that) - because he wanted to practice his English with us, so he could get a better job to make more money to send home to his family in the village. He wouldn't even take money from us after we offered, he just said he was glad we stopped to talk to him because most people don't even bother.<BR/><BR/>I looked at what I learned on that particular leg of the trip - these people have next to nothing (literally - seriously, that little girl had to BORROW her shoes from a friend so she could go to school, then runs around barefoot the rest of the day!) but they didn't show an ounce of self-pity for their lives. That amazed me. They were happy. *gasp* Huh?! <BR/><BR/>So, I decided when I came home, I can also *try* and be happy without material things. Yes, I fail most of the time, but I am at least trying to be consciously aware of it. So far, so good. Knock on wood. Sorry for the long post! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com