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Its difficult not to feel down about life in general, when you live in a parking lot.

Back home, I felt threatened discussing politics. I was one of maybe 10 conservatives in my graduating class. However, the minute I moved to Utah for school, I realized, I wasn't as conservative as I had thought. As a result, I've become somewhat of a skeptic, and an idealist all at once.

Provo, isn't the cleanest city I've been-- nor is it the most polluted. I spent two months in Guadalajara, Mexico. One month of breathing their air gave me bronchitis, and for the first time in my life, I learned not to take air for granted.

I was watching a preview for a movie the other day...It was that super idealistic, The Ultimate Gift-- a Christian flick. The preview included a bit of dialogue from the film: You take money for granted; like you think it will always be there, like the air you breath.

I've got some bad news: the air you breath will always be around, but it won't be worth breathing if you don't show a little concern for keeping it clean.

I've got a friend studying economics, who was telling me about the effects of the industrial revolution. He mentioned how on some days, midday, the sky would be dark as night, due to emissions, and the death rate would escalate 600%.

I live in a parking lot. When I feel stuck, the best thing for me is to find the nearest "wilderness" and hide out there for a while-- even a few minutes helps. I don't know what it is about grass, running water, trees, and shade, that heals me. Maybe, it has a little to do with my having grown up in paradise (in the city and the wilderness all at once). I wonder about compartmentalizing "wilderness" and "city". I wish they could be one and the same. I used to believe they were. Maybe they still can be...if we'd reverence the area we live in, as we do more remote locations.