Middle Of The Road Enlightenment



Sometimes a quiet place, far from the glitz and mach speeds of society, allows the mind to drift from what should be to simply what is. A job that entails standing at the crossroads of a farm and an empty sky for long periods of time waiting for nonexistent traffic to cruise by grants such time for reflection. During these lulls in the action I find myself with a hushed serenity, able to truly enjoy my surroundings that reside far from the cubicles and stress of white-collar doldrums. An uncomplicated sunset. A fox prowling the cornfields with mouth agape. The rhythmic chanting of insects as the moon advances across the skyline. How often are these elementary, yet beautiful moments missed, or more commonly, ignored due to more pressing matters of state? The sheer effort of life's upkeep demands that these banal pennies be thrown asunder in the name of more productive fruits. Taking time to smell the roses. Perhaps the calamity of cliche' prevents such treasures from being more en vogue, though that seems so superficial as to be absurd. Without trying to sound all "Scientology" try spending an hour in the middle of nowhere with your ipod full of favorite music and you might just find the need for those big-billed therapy sessions somewhat lessened.