Walden on Wheels: On the Open Road from Debt to Freedom

by Ken Ilgunas

adventurous detours

off old, rutted paths.

I’d once heard that we are nothing but our stories. Forget the blood and bones and genes and cells. They’re not what we are. We are, rather, our stories. We are an accumulation of experiences that we have

fashioned into our own grand, sweeping narrative.

Envy is a bitter fruit, but one that

only grows when we water it with the nourishment of society. Remove society, and it will wither on the vine.