so. i've been a research subject for almost a week now.

i am one of those [apparently] rare people who still wear conventional contact lenses. for those of you lucky people who always ate your carrots as a kid and don't know the lingo, that means my contacts last for one whole year before i switch to a new pair. during my last visit to the optometrist, they roped this old dinosaur into a lens study which requires me to wear daily disposable contacts for one week. oh, and i get fifty bucks for it. i figured, what the hey.

i am finding it very odd and almost painful to throw away a pair of contact lenses EVERY SINGLE DAY. now, granted, i have decided that these particular lenses pretty much suck, and while i am at work i find that i want nothing more than to get home, peel them off, and slip my glasses on. you would think that throwing these lenses away would give me some sort of satisfaction, but nooooooo. afterwards, i just look at the ziploc baggie filled with the week's worth of identical molded plastic containers and peelable lids holding sterile solution and one contact lens each and think: what a waste.

i would like to be able to say i am not a wasteful person. unfortunately, this is probably much farther [further?] from the truth than even i realize. overall, i am pretty much a lazy slug; i find it hard to be bothered with finding uses for the soon to be gone bad and almost full half gallon of milk. or sorting recyclables, AND THAT'S NOT TO MENTION dragging them out to the remote recycling center that is open for about eight minutes on saturday mornings.

that's only hearsay of course, since i don't even know where this recycling center is, exactly.

anyway, looking at those carefully crafted containers every day this week, reminded me of just how much STUFF we have. my... how spoiled we are. even speaking as one who is nowhere near upper class [and barely middle class, if that], i recognize often that my life resembles one of wealth and riches to so many in this world. and yet... i find so much to complain about. it is so easy to find both worth and discontent in the things of this world, and become distracted from what is important.

now, in case you haven't been paying attention, i'm a big fan of andrew peterson. if you ever have a chance to see him live, DO IT. he's fantastically goofy and down-to-earth. in light of all these thoughts, i keep coming back to his song titled "the land of the free". [side note: he plays it on a charango, a small stringed instrument used in south america, the body of which is made of -- and i'm not making this up -- the shell of an armadillo.] the song, while admittedly oversimplified, is a reminder to me that perspective can be everything.

The Land of the Free

Little Elba how’s the sun in South America?
does it shine upon the faces of the poor?
do they see in it the brilliance of the place that’s been prepared
and dwell upon the hope of what’s in store?

or are they just like me? do they only see
an opportunity to complain about the heat?

Little Elba, how’s the rain in South America?
does it fall upon the rooftops of the sick?
do they thank the Lord for coming up with such a great idea
and dream about a place beyond all this?

or are they just like us? do they gripe and fuss
about the rain and mud when they’ve had too much?

(Chorus):

‘cause I’m just a little jealous of the nothing that you have
unfettered by the wealth of a world that we pretend is gonna last
they say God blessed us with plenty, I say you’re blessed with poverty
‘cause you never stop to wonder whether earth is just a little better than
the Land of the Free

well, I’m weary of the spoils of my ambition
and I’m shackled by the comfort of my couch
I wish I had the courage to deny these of myself
and start to store my treasure in the clouds

‘cause this is not my home, I do not belong
where the antelope and the buffalo roam

(Chorus):

and I’m just a little jealous of the freedom that you have
unfettered by the wealth of a world that we pretend is gonna last
they say God blessed us with plenty, I say you’re blessed with poverty
‘cause you never stop to wonder whether earth is just a little better than
the Land of the Free

so I hope you’re safe and dry in South America
‘cause I’m feeling pretty good in Tennessee
may you never be so happy you forget about your home...
your home in the Land of the Free

Words and music by Andrew Peterson.

addendum: in my valiant search for you fine readers of a sound clip of [what i thought was] a song only played live by andy p, i have found that it is a hidden track on his 2001 album clear to venus. all this time, one of my favorite ap songs, on the ONE ap cd i do not own... this greatly saddens me. i suddenly feel i NEED this cd... oh, the irony.