/lit/ - Literature

I sometimes wonder what it would be like to lead a normal life. But when I think about what is normal, I realize, my daydream is infact an idealized life - unobtainable for myself and nearly 99% of the world

It has a simple start. A job. A job where you make good money and you feel proud of the work you do. Then you build from there. A beautiful wife and maybe two kids. A beautiful wife you love, who you enjoy spending time with. Kids who make you proud to be their father.

You live in a nice house with a nice well tended garden, a peach tree and rasberry bush in the back. Maybe a lumbering oak tree with a tree swing and treehouse in it's lofty branches in the front. The house is in a small town with friendly people. Nice architecture, well designed houses, (not just that clapboard developer muck) with well cared for lawns and gardens. Lots of trees, forming a dark leafy canopy on some streets and an open boulevard on others.

A nice downtown area, where the center of the town is park/village where the town gathers on holidays or festivals or maybe couples wander through on a lazy summer afternoon, kids racing through the grass. Jack o' lanterns on Halloween with red and orange leaves scattered about, a giant Christmas tree on Christmas, fireworks in the summer with families sitting on blankets and laughter. A town of happy friendly people who know their neighbors.

People who take care of themselves, are fit, in shape, and attractive. To have hobbies. To go for a hike and when it gets dark out, when it gets dark out you set up a telescope and look at the stars, so clear and bright overhead. The last hints of warm air carrying the clean smell of the cooling desert night. A town where you can imagine Mister Rogers living in, where you say howdy neighbor, and you mean it. Just happy healthy people, living their normal lives, not filled with the rigours of celebrity gossip, the terrors of political news and surrogate thrill of social media society, but instead erupting with pleasure brought from the simple things of life. of reading a book and watching the sun set. of kissing your girlfriend and thinking I love her. of breaking a new personal record in lifting., of watching a storm on a spring night with your family huddled about, lightning crashing and you've all eaten dinner and you're reading some book aloud.