#91: Wherever I Go
Distractors from the main question
The more I go to the next place, the more I see it’s no different from the previous one. A big city is surely more developed than a small town. But in New York or Moscow, Nashville or Tashkent, the citizens wake up to obediently follow their routines without ever posing the main question.
Some truly do have it better. Others are truly missing some crucial opportunities. Some don’t have to deal with visas, and others delude themselves with the hope that a passport of a different color removes all troubles. The abundance of goods is a dream for some, and the reason for suffering for others. For the endless issues with visas, documents and money are but a distraction from the main question.
Wherever I go, however much my setting changes, however many problems I drown in, whatever I distract myself with, the question remains: