Written by Angela Richey
~published in Folio 2008
Quality of life is living. Living is breathing fresh air, walking on raw ground and feeling the warmth of the sun.
We walk, we breathe and we feel in this chaos we call life. We walk on the sidewalk. We smell the exhaust. We feel the stress.
Get up, get ready, go.
Go to work.
Go to school.
Go to the store.
Go home.
Go, go, go, go.
It is the quality of life we lack. We are always on the run. We have too much to do and not enough time. We make the choice. We live in the city. We work to make money. We make money to live. We live to work. It is a vicious cycle.
We are done.
Today, we will bundle up warm, with gloves, boots and coats. We will go to where the air is fresh, the ground is raw, and the sun glistens as it dances on snow. Snow so pure and white. Untouched. It is simple. It is soundless.
No watch, no traffic, no want.
It is quality of life!
I think moving to Florida has helped me realize this more than anything. When you take away the obligations, you realize how many of them truly were obligations and how many of them were false attempts at achieving a higher quality of life.
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