A Hobbit-Hole of My Own

If I had enough money to build my own home.  I'd build a hobbit-hole like Bag End.  It would be in a remote location.  It would also be in a very green location, lots of trees and grass of course, with either a river, creek, or lake nearby.  It would be a few hours drive from any city, though maybe a bit closer to a small town.

If only...

I wish there truly were hobbits in the world and that I had been born one of them--to enjoy simple pleasures in life without need of constant distraction.  This world is frayed around the edges and through some bits in the main tapestry.  While there are some that find the kind of peaceful, quiet existence I desire, they are the fortunate few.  They are either born in such an area where that life can thrive OR they have enough financial resources to allow for it OR they have supporting family that aided their transition.  But what of us, born in technological hubs or wannabe urban wastelands, with no money to set up a peaceful life, let alone go anywhere where we could?!  Where is the justice in that?

Common kindness.  Quiet loyalty.  Unselfish bonds.  A bit of nature in the backyard.  That is all I desire.  Is this difficult to achieve because the struggle is meant to endow us with some depth of character or is it merely amusing to a higher power to allow greedy hearts and hateful souls to leech all they desire out of the world while the rest suffer?  I have no answer for this.

That is not to say I am ungrateful for what I have.  I take my bad moments like large pills, swallowing to get them out of my way.  In a moment, while waiting in line or not having one of my responsibilities to fulfill, I will relax every muscle and loose my tendons.  I will take a deep breath and appreciate the unique smells all around me.  I will let my mind drift to places no other has been, for who can truly say they've seen another mind's world?  In this, I find it in me to enjoy.  Imperfect, sullied moments, that even with strangers in the vicinity, are mine and mine alone.

What I wish for all:  Live long and prosper.  Such simple sentiment, derived from a most unlikely source, yet resonant.