Every once in a while I’ll look at a row of houses or one house in particular and ask myself, “I wonder if that family built this house or had it built?”. So then I cringe at the fact that you can’t have somebody else build your home. A house built of the hands of another person is not a home to me. From a band I love, Enter Shikari helps emphasize what I mean.

“Now don’t get me wrong, I love what you’ve done with the place,
I just wish we had a chance to help build it,
Instead of just moving into this home of disrepair,
And expect it to work, prosper and then share,
Constantly relying on consuming to feel content,
But only because we lost touch with this home that we’ve spent
Trillions of dollars paying for our wants and not our needs,
And we’re growing tired of planting weary-eyed seeds.”