Debbie calls me "earthy-crunchy," but in all honesty, my favorite part of hiking, camping, and the great outdoors is that it makes me appreciate domestic life that much more. Hot showers. Tables and chairs. Not having to carry everything on your back. There is a direct relationship between how much you have been denied something and how much you appreciate it. So, if anything, camping outdoors gives me a new appreciation for being indoors.
I see a viral discontent creeping into our generation because of the fact that we are able to have what we want, when we want it, without having to wait for it. The Medusa from which all these serpents sprout? Credit. Credit is a relatively new phenomenon, as far as how easily accessible it is to the general public. We no longer have to wait til Christmas to get what we want.
This extends to other areas as well. I fear for how the easy access to pornography is affecting men's relationship with their significant others and their sex lives in general. There is a numbing, a desensitizing that occurs with sex-on-demand that isn't always immediately seen but over the long run. As with drugs, the psyche becomes resistant to sexual stimuli and demands more to get the same high. The expectation this places on women as partners to fulfill fantasy nullifies what actually is, and what exists in the relationship between flesh and blood. We reap what we sow, and we as a culture are sowing some bad seeds.
I'd like to try an experiment. For the rest of the week, I would like to try smoking two cigarettes a day: one in the morning, and one in the evening. I am notoriously bad at moderating things like this, so it will be an exercise in discipline. I am hoping this exercise will strenghten my resolve to commit to living a chaste life, to learn to forgo immediate gratification if for nothing else than to appreciate what I have, and to put me through a little hardship at the same time. There is no clean without dirty, no leisure without work, and no redemption without suffering.