A few weeks ago I was hiking at Solstice Canyon. I visited the Roberts’ Ranch and enjoyed the spring wildflowers. It was a great experience, even if the bustle of the city could still be heard in the distance, and the hum of vehicles disturbing the melodic sounds of birds and the wind. The fact that it was so close to my home and that we drove through Santa Monica to get there added to the convencience. On the drive back, we stopped in Santa Monica to eat at Real Food Daily – GREAT PORTION SIZES AND ALL VEGAN FOOD! I came across this nifty little shack, wedged between a bank and an apartment complex.

I wondered about the owner. A stubborn, crooked older man, or a greasy young bloke with a twisted smile and pockets bulging? I mean, I would certainly enjoy living in such a dwelling, but surely, I thought, there has to be something about that is instilled with malcontent. Why did I think this? I was making assumptions, based upon my ignorance. I suppose I was not only filled with self-importance, but also with loneliness. But then I realized that I need not be. I know plenty of people who share my views, not only on houses certainly, but on Love, Nature, Peace, the Environment, and Life. Why did I not think of them at the time? Just because they were not with me, I need to understand that they are still upon this Earth.

I realize too how much I change. How frequently my views on certain subjects alter. I then realize too that in order to not feel alone, I need to talk to people about how I feel, to perhaps persuade them, but I also need to listen. We are all on a journey. You and Me. Him and Her. We’re all really the same, sometimes it’s just easier to see that from the empty-pocketed wooden-shacked existence.