Upon return from the mountains of Montana and reading some great books I started to think about our lives, it is so easy to loose track of what is important in the hussle of the city.
The question we have to ask ourselves is not what we can achieve and conquer, but how little do we need in order to live a happy life. We try to aquire more and more, but that does not make us much happier, meanwhile years are passing by, yet sometime life reminds us that we need very little to live happily. There is a joke "Who dies with most toys, wins." I hope I will eventually learn to be happy with only what I can carry. Backpack, tent, sleeping bag and mat, clothes and tools. Live a Thoreau couple of years, build a cabin in the woods with my own hands, hunt and gather, feel the nature's pulse, understand her rythym.
Another quote worth mentioning would be "be more interested in living than longevity".
