The ill Humored

If I could go to any country for free, I would choose to go to Italy. Italy is my country of heritage, but I have never had the opportunity to travel. I would love, by the end of my life, to be able to travel to the place where I have for so many years called my home. I would love to see the culture, the sites, the people, the food, the music, the laughter, the love, the villages, the history, the tragedy, the agriculture, everything that is so foreign to me but that should not be. I would travel to Italy.

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If there was only one hour left to live, I would spend it in the comfort of the presence of my family. We would gather around each other in the living room, all 6 of us including the dogs, and tell each other how much we love each other. I would prepare a hot drink in a large mug, and pass it around the circle, from youngest to oldest, until everybody had had their share. Then we would step outside, and face our fate. Whatever was out there that was making this happen; we would not shy from it for a second.

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Sometimes when I’ve been working for too long without a vacation, I look outside my office window, see the landscape, and just think that I should be out there, living amongst the trees and the animals, surviving off the land, and getting in touch with nature. I feel like throwing it all away and escaping to the unknown, using the survival skills I learned through the Boy Scout program. It’d be tough, sure, but it’s supposed to be tough. It’s supposed to be a long haul everyday just to get food, shelter, and water. That’s what living is all about. Office work depresses me.