People who lived out in the woods, separated from neighbors by miles, living off the land and the sea wanted more. They learned to grow their own food and keep animals in pens and became farmers. But the farmers wanted more. They studied, got degrees, and moved to the city. They got jobs way up on the fifteenth floor in an office with a window overlooking an even bigger office building next door. And some of them managed to move up to even higher floors and higher salaries. Some made it all the way to the executive level where their office is a suite.

    But now they began to get sick of the hustle and bustle of the city. The crowded streets and subways have lost their appeal. The sound of police sirens, garbage trucks and construction workers no longer music to their ears. So they gather up their money and buy an island or a cabin hidden deep in the forest where they can live off the land and listen to birds chirping, dogs barking, and rivers flowing. And now they are happy having traveled in a complete circle. And his fellow workers are inspired by him to work harder to make more so they too can afford to buy an island or a forest cabin.

    This may not happen to everybody who struggles to climb to the top of the business mountain, but it happens enough that we should take a good look at it. Why, after struggling for decades, if not generations, do people who reach the so-called top go running back to nature and back to a simple life?   Is it because those crowded cities and boardrooms are places where spirit is hard to find? Is it because it is hard to smell the roses when standing on a giant heap of garbage? Is it because it is so hard to be real in a place full of phonies? Perhaps it is all of that, and more.