When I look around myself at the society we’ve built, I frequently want to run away — to a life that’s simpler, quieter and more contemplative. I haven’t found the place to live that way, but I’m still looking.
In the mid-19th century, Henry David Thoreau gave himself a two-year experiment in self-reliance and contemplation that he eventually wrote about in his book, “Walden, or, Life in the Woods.” Even if you don’t see the world the same as Thoreau did — and I don’t in some instances — the ideas in the book are important to those who are desperate to find more meaning in a modern world that feels plastic and sterile and dead.
An old song by Pat Terry says, “The whole world lies awake in its bed — and they wanna know if there’s life before death.” I don’t have any question that there’s life after death, but I sometimes wonder if there’s life before death — because what we call life frequently doesn’t seem like really living. Not everyone feels this, but many of us do. Maybe not all the time, but often enough to make us wonder whether we’re living our lives as we really want to.
Thoreau sensed that most people around him were unhappy even if they weren’t conscious of the reasons for it. In “Walden,” he said, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” I see people who have resigned themselves to living a life they don’t love — with people who don’t understand them and feeling awash with contradictory desires and unrealized expectations — and I see desperate people.

Eviction moratorium is pure theft; it’s a sign of creeping socialism
This week marks 15 years for a website that has evolved wildly
Tough problem: What does a free society do about unfit parents?
Very few things warm my heart and fill me with joy like babies
Six months after her death, I like to believe Lucy is waiting for me
I’d forgotten what I said about her necklace, but she hadn’t forgotten
The hole is always there, but I foolishly hope it’ll just go away
Weddings are triumphs of love and hope over reasonable fears
As I quietly watch my world burn, I’m painfully aware this isn’t fine