For me, it made me a little crazy from my point of view growing up from age 6 to 21 in Los Angeles County and so it took me some time to move to the country and buy some land to learn to "Center myself" into who I really needed to be no only for myself but also for my family and the whole world.
Each of us have a purpose here on earth if we can but discover what it is for ourselves, our families, our friends and for all mankind. So, discovering this is often a matter of life or death.
In other words often if we don't discover what we are here for we die young (or at least younger than we should have died).
So, finding our purpose here on earth is very very important if we want to stay alive and live a meaningful life here.
After Whooping cough, Blunt Trauma childhood Epilepsy and leaving my childhood church I had a very difficult time in staying alive from about 18 to 25 years of age. I did it ONLY through self discipline and helping keep others alive sort of like a committed soldier filled with self discipline which I was capable because the men in my family were like that on my father's side. Plus my father was incredibly brilliant and was valedictorian of his whole high School Class in 1934.
But, growing up in a large city like Los Angeles in the Suburb of Glendale was okay but I really didn't like being around so many people. Luckily, as soon as I could legally drive by myself (age 16) I bought a car, a 1956 Blue and White Ford Station wagon that I called my surf wagon because I was a surfer at age 16. And I could drive from Glendale any time I could get away with it up to Mt. Waterman and Chilao and that whole area at about 8 thousand feet sometimes in the snow with the big ponderosa. pines there and a completely mountain environment with almost no people at all.
I could go to the beach too but there were always going to be people there. So, when my friend got run over by another surfboard and had to recover for a couple of months I decided to move in a more mountain climbing direction and skiing direction after that and away from surfing then in 1969. I was 21 then and my friend who was run over by a surfboard joined the Air Force as a jet engine mechanic because otherwise he was going to get drafted. So, he spent the Viet Nam War in Thailand repairing big B-52 Bomber jet engines and fighter plane jet engines some where at an air base in Thailand instead of dying on the front lines as a grunt like so many did then (50,000 boys my age).
So, as soon as I could leave Los Angeles I did in late 1969 and moved to San Diego to move in with my parents from Venice, California which was a lot like Haight Ashbury in San Francisco then. It was a little too crazy for me to survive while I was working as an electrician there in 1969. So, I returned to college at Palomar College and San Diego State University for two more years until I met my first wife when I was 25 and we moved into together and got married and had my first child, a son.
But, when he was born I really wanted to live in Mt. Shasta and so did my wife away from San Diego and Los Angeles. So, we made our first attempt to live there which lasted a couple of months that time.
We finally were successful in 1976 when my son was 2 years old in moving there more permanently to Mt. Shasta.
It's harder to make a living that remote and many do it as truck drivers or musicians or with online businesses but it can be done if you are determined enough. I wound up living there from about 1976 to 1978 when my first wife and I divorced and then I returned in 1979 and helped a friend build a home there that was a French architect friend of mine. And I pretty much stayed up there from 1976 through 1985 except for visiting family and friends a few times for a month or more in between Construction contracts. But, it is true that when my first wife and I broke up I also got a contractor's license with the State of California and worked as a contractor in La Jolla and Rancho Santa Fe in the San Diego area. I had custody of my son born in 1974 so I lived near my Mom and Dad so they could help me raise my son for awhile
The point I'm trying to make here is I knew I didn't belong living in a big City anywhere. I liked San Diego more because it had places like Swami's beach and Self Realization Fellowship there in Encinitas and I liked going to Palomar College and San Diego State University too but I also knew I needed to live way out in the country to heal my soul from all I had been through in my life already.
So, buying property with a new wife in 1980 of 2 1/2 acres helped heal us both from growing up in the Los Angeles area and allowed us to home school my son and her two kids from her first marriage as well until 1985 there in mt. Shasta.
The point is that everyone needs to figure out what their soul needs to stay alive here on earth and what their purpose is.
Otherwise, many people are often just gone in their 20s or early 30s and that's it!
This is what my first car looked like. The darker blue and white one in these photos:
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