I do not own a car, but am part of a Winnipeg's Peg City Car Co-op, and am proud to share the use of a vehicle with others. I am a member of my local credit union, Assiniboine Credit Union. And I am part of a housing condominium where the owners all share responsibility for the care of the building, and we all have a voice in what we want collectively. So what am I am I missing? Nothing. In fact, most of us are missing nothing, we often have too much. Perhaps that is what can ruin life, when you have met all the trappings necessary for life, to find out you ignored the emotional and mental requirements of happiness. That is what clouds our eyes from what we need, not just what we can get.
Instead, find out what you really want. Don't be afraid to look closely at yourself and see you are unhappy. It can take a while, it took me until I was 31 to go "Hey, I love writing!" Whether that provides a career, I do not think that matters. I have a passion I can give to people. I want to give the enjoyment I have received for years from authors. They were my salvation as a youth, as an adult, and an escape even in the worst situation. I am not surprised when I see those who are poor, who live on the street, sitting in the library reading a book. It lets you live a life that is not yours. You can only judge an author bad, when you are in a good space. When you are in a bad space, all authors are good in taking you from your life.
Do I still escape with books? Yes.
Do I learn from books? Yes.
Do I understand myself better by reading books? Yes.
Do I get a thrill out of action in books? Yes.
I told my friend recently that the philosophy books are poorly written novels. I think that a good book, one that you can escape in, but can also make you think about yourself, transport you into the other world, is extremely valuable, and we are a story based culture. All the world, or as much as I now about the world, is that we all need stories. So one day maybe I will tell my whole story to someone, from beginning to end, with all my anecdotes misremembered, details wrong, but their will be truth in it. But there is more truth in a fictional story, in one that can use metaphor, use the guise of Fantastical monsters to show hate and anger. Or make a brother weep from losing his sister. Somehow it is more real than our own life, because it is not real, that we can believe in it, and invest in it. We know it is a story, but it is real in the way that a person wrote it, and they are telling us about people, about us, about humans. That is what I want to give in a story, why I want people to read. To enjoy, to live, to learn, to be alive in a moment they could never have in their own life.
I like books, and I am not afraid to say it.