Hard Times, Good Times
Nearly every single incredibly great memorable experience in my life, in retrospect, has something to do with hard times. Rigging up an old fridge in college into a kegerator since buying beer by the barrel was clearly the economical way to go. Playing cards by candlelight all night long when the power went out after a thunderstorm. Camping in an open field for a week with my mandolin, but not so much as a sleeping pad or pillow. Not exactly “hard times”, but times when something went wrong or something was lacking. It brings people together.
None of them are moments like installing a refrigerator that delivers crushed ice through the door panel or waxing a car.
So it’s funny we spend so much time and effort working toward luxury when all the best times happen in squalor.