Greener Pastures

Have you ever looked for greener pastures? Have you found them? Most people that find them stay there. Why not? It's green! However, others leave them for newer and greener pastures. What happens though if you don't find a greener pasture? What if it isn't a pasture at all?! What if it is a dark cavern filled with monsters of slime and poison. What if the walls are in decay and it seems like at any moment all will crumble and you will be trapped amongst the rubble while the beasts gnaw on your feet and claw at your soul? Pretty gruesome. I prefer my pasture to have a fence, that way it will keep people out that I don't want on it.

What if you were looking for a greener pasture and were already sitting on one? Would we call you greedy or simply look at you as a go-getter? Both a go-getter and a greedy person takes. We like a go-getter and hate one who is greedy though. We think a go-getter should have a greener pasture than a greedy person but that isn't always the case. I question a lot of things. Sometimes I question whether or not I should make a blog-post personal or objective. Sometimes I wonder how much of a difference there is between the two. Should I use 'I' in a blog? Depends on what I want to discuss and if you want to keep reading.

This is different though. I want to discuss making a decision to stay or to go. “Reach out and go for it!” you may here some people say. Perhaps there is a greener pasture waiting for you there. Certainly wouldn't want to chance finding an old field filled with shit and a broken down shed that certainly needs more than just a coat of paint. Then again, human beings do like to be challenged. What one sees as an 'old field' another could see as an opportunity to create her own pasture, greener than all the rest! Hard work. Dedication. Trust. These build greener pastures. Theft. Deception. Harlotry. These take those pastures that have already been built. However, people like things other people have. Sometimes I think that people are still a lot like children, and that toy seems to be a much more of a prize if little Billy has it or if little Tracy is running around with it. Then, when it is set down, it loses its appeal. Might as well “throw it away” now, nobody wants it anymore. 

Any which way we seek out our own place. Does it matter how we get there? I don't know. I do know that you will end up somewhere, we all do. But will that place be filled with greener pastures? You might already be on one and have yet to realize it.