Today I bought the new Death Cab album, and it got me thinking. Why? Why do I buy music? It’s ridiculous if you think about it.
Not in the “you can steal it for free sense,” I believe that is wrong.
But more so the, “I want to own this because I feel like I should.”
There’s this lake-front house that I like to look at when my wife and I take scooter rides–close to when the sun sets. It’s the most incredible home I’ve ever seen. It has this European-cottage/cabin/castle look to it; big but not enormous.
Every time we ride by, there’s this man sitting on his deck, smoking a tobacco pipe, enjoying his stress free sunset, enjoying the envy of others.
I’m not sure why I’m telling you this, other than that someday, before I die, I will own this house. It’s a big claim to make, but I’m not worried.
What does worry me, is that may be the feeling of owning this man’s house will fade much like the joy of a new record will fade.
Is it better to have, or to want?