Originally Posted by SacTown
Nothing. There was a time when I was really spoiled and couldn't do without my TV, my recliner, my A/C, a nice gym, nice comfortable bed with $2500 mattress, nice car with leather seats, etc.... then I went to live in Ukraine in a 1 bedroom apartment in the middle of winter for 4 months with no car. We walked to the grocery store and to restaurants in the snow, we walked or took public trans anywhere we went. Our bed was a couch that folded out.
We had days where there was no hot water and we had days where the electricity went out for hours. I learned to live on less, I learned that I didn't need all this crap in my life, learned that I could function just fine without a car, without TV, without video games, and man I was really happy during those 4 months. That was real life. Most of the stuff we do here in America while zoned into our TV, Internet, and Video games keeps us in zombieland.
Lol, I can relate to this.
Men are nothing without experiencing life outside their comfort zones. It should be mandatory to take gap years after high school and travel when the mind is open and free from trivial responsibilities - this is common practice in Europe and Australia but the US is too quick to thrust kids into a corporate or degenerative frat mindset.
Perception is our reality, so when a guy lacks the ambition to know what goes on outside of the things he can directly touch and see, it relegates him to forever being a follower. To forever knowing pleasure in a limited fashion... and a cold awakening once the reality of this hits.
I thought I knew what beauty was, then I went to small town Europe. All big cities have their share of beauty - but the inspirational radiance of simple shopkeepers could not be denied. Anglo beauty (derivatives of the British empire) is very symmetrical and practical. But beauty outside of that is artistic, wild and inspirational. The Slavic, Baltic, Spanish and Mediterranean peoples in unheard of towns captivated me more in 15 minutes of conversation than the typical Anglo beauty would in years of blah blahing. The Scandi girl (and they can be the epitomy of feminine) I was dating had to take a backseat as my thirst for exploration had just begun. The gender dynamics in places with a history of turmoil was pretty new to me and made me appreciate girls on very intricate level. I always had a sixth sense of what I liked - but now that vision of air was becoming a concrete reality in front of my eyes. Of course as my following grew, the more outlandish and cheeky I became. That's the danger of going too far too quick - sometimes you forget where you came from.