I told everyone in the class that it was to be happy, to wake up every day and not have a single worry in the world. To grow my own food, live on my own land, and not have to do jackkkk shit. And truth be told, I meant every word of it. Why can I not want a life so simple? I think through diligence I can abandon the need for many things we let run our lives. I absolutely dread television. I drink absolutely zero soda and any caffeinated beverage (except for Jagerbombs, there's always that exception). I find myself everyday preferring my bike to get around Fort Wayne. I'm more than positive I can get by without my car. But I'm determined to see if I could take it even further. I bet I could get by without air conditioning. I bet I could get by without a water heater. Hell, I could damn well get by without fucking facebook, a smart phone, or a fancy ass computer. Why do I need all this shit? Really? Granted, I do love it, but for what reason? What is it within me, or perhaps all human beings, that drives the need for luxury? Hypothesis of the night: The greatest form of happiness is not found within what we want or need, but by how simply we live and how much love we possess.