Did you bring your dance shoes?

Are we spoiled? Is this generation too much for its britches? With all the things we have, all the places we've been, and all the money we've made, are we beyond what our parents and grandparents hoped for us? Most would answer, resoundingly, "hell no!" I'm not so sure about that. I'm also not sure if my socks match.

From my lowly perspective, I guess there is more that I want to accomplish. There is always more money to be made. I'd like to see a couple of places yet, but if I don't, then I guess that might be alright. It's not that I've given up. It's not that I'm not happy with all I've done. But there is still this small part of me that wonders whether or not too much is simply too much.

Now, for those of you hoping...pining even...that I say we should redistribute all the largess down to those less fortunate souls, I say don't hold your breath. For those of you thinking that I've given into the dark side of supply-side economics, breathe easy. It's amazing that less than 100 years ago most people were okay with just tilling the land/working at the factory, sipping a soda or having an ice cream with family, and calling it quits at 9:00 or 9:30 in the evening. My brother, almost at my insistence, reminds me that we can't go back to those days. Hence, the title of this is post is not about time travel or Barry Goldwater or even fedoras.

I just look at all the progress and ask: is it all worth it? What is the ultimate goal? Why all the complexity, painstaking analysis, and economic gymnastics? Perhaps I will never answer my own question. Perhaps we will all just dance the final dance when Iran or North Korea or some other rogue regime decides to pull the trigger. Maybe we'll dance the last dance when cancer is cured and my kid's kids live to be 100 without adding any plastic to their bodies. Either way, I think I asked for a pair of dancing shoes for Christmas. So, I guess I'm covered.

As always, be thankful for what you have, buy only what you need, and work diligently for peace. From a post-Thai supper sense of animated suspension, I bid you all a great week ahead!