More money does not buy happiness. More things do not create more meaning. As I find myself at a point where my daily needs, wants, and desires are met, I find myself dissatisfied. Surely there is more to the daily existence beyond the commute, the meetings, the projects, the phone conversations with family and friends, the cooked dinners. I wonder what an existence where I would be doing something different every day would be like. Or where I would be seeing a different place every day. Or where I would be meeting a new person every day.
I am thinking that in our society and daily routines we do not have the freedom of doing something different every day, seeing something different every day, meeting someone different every day.
Nevertheless, I wonder what that kind of life would look like in an attempt to shake things up. It feels like there is a void around that I need to fill.