The Small Things

I’ve long heard about dessert in my generation. Especially in Norway. We apparently like it, as we’re nick’ed the Dessert Generation. In my family we sometimes got dessert on Sundays. I can’t say that should qualify for an entire generation's name, but I guess they’re not referring to the actual meal when talking in these terms. We are Dessert because we have been able to eat things we like, do things we like, play anytime we like, go anywhere we like and all to the tune of music we like. Freedom seems to be an appropriate word. So then I wonder why so many people are trapped. Seems less is more doesn’t apply as I read about people hollering for more money so they can have a house with a garden, a cabin, two cars and three children in pre-school, all the while paying less taxes and having free health-care. I spent a few hours in a cabin with a friend who gets his light from candles, water from a creek and still can make a mean espresso on his gas stove, all with the biggest smile on his face. He lacks nothing. When did we get so used to dessert we forgot how tasty real food is?