The little dog behind the rough stucco wall always rises up to bark at me as I pass on my way to the village. His chained collar has rubbed the fur from his neck. By now I imagine he’s accustomed to his captivity. As I was accustomed to my role as an associate editor of magazines published by Fortune 100 multi-national corporations. You should have seen me then. Three piece suit, polished wingtips, a chrome-trimmed Samsonite attaché case. More than fur was rubbed from my neck, and eventually I decided I’d had enough and went out on my own as a freelance photographer. I had to work harder for much less money, but then….well, you know the story.
The bark of the little dog reminded me of that famous quote from J.S. Mill to the effect that it is better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a fool satisfied, better to be a man dissatisfied than a pig satisfied. He goes on to say, “… if the fool and the pig are of a different mind it is because they know only the one side of the matter while the philosopher and the man know both.”
The poor dog has no knowledge of my new freedom here on this beautiful Mediterranean island, but I know all about his captivity, and I despise it.