Tucson

So here I sit, drinking a margarita and eating chips and salsa. Rich is playing Resident Evil, which looks like an interesting kill everybody type of game, and Becky is in the other room making RV park reservations. It seems that she is almost always stressing out about something, and it makes me wonder what the root cause is... I'm in sycho-analyze mode I guess...

So good news is I found my camera! Nick found it by the bed where I slept in Phoenix Sunday night. Bad news is that I have no camera to capture my Tucson leg of the journey. I’m trying to take some pictures with my phone, but it’s just not the same.

Probably the biggest observation that I’ve made thus far in my travels would have to be this: The simpler the persons life, the more peace and joy that person has, and the more ‘stuff’ that people attach their identity to, the more unrest and discontent they portray. I have seen all walks of people and many different settings so far in my adventures, yet this remains true time and time again. I’ve also been on both ends of this spectrum, so I’ve realized it from personal experience as well.
If we can’t take anything with us when we leave this world, than why do we fear letting go of what we have? From a spiritual perspective, by all means it doesn’t make sense. The world teaches us that all we have is what is tangible, which runs contrary to what the bible teaches us, which is that all that is tangible will turn to dust, and faith alone is really all we have. I have to ask myself, how can I continue fearing the loss of what is in the physical when I know that faith in God is all that matters in the end? The key word is FEAR... because it paralyzes people, and keeps us clutching to what we own, because it’s easier to fall back on that than to trust in something we can’t see. Anyway, just some ramblings. I swear I’m going to get somewhere with this at some point in the future...