The tiny house phenomenon draws out amazing passion in us because it involves our archetypes of home. It makes sense when we hear the phrase ‘hits home’ used to describe some experiences that punch us right in our most personal and vulnerable feelings. Our different sense of home is a big part of what separates tiny house folks from the mainstream, but the forces driving us toward tiny homes often drive us toward other alternative viewpoints as well.
“What’s up with tiny house people? Don’t they get that ever-increasing property taxes are the only things keeping our ravenous economy growing?” ask the tax paying home owning middle class masses.
Oh, oops, you outed me. I don’t think the economy should be constantly rapidly growing. Or the government. Or the GDP. Or election budgets. Or anything. No thing in existence can grow forever. Even mountains eventually decay and return their contents to the earth for recycling in a slow endless cycle. Why would we imagine that economic growth could be any different? We keep adding more laws, more prisons, more departments, more convenience products, more disposables. At the same time, we seem to be neglecting and dismantling community, neighborhoods, families, the conservation ethic, the work ethic, respect and care for our elderly, and any semblance of connection to the life cycles of the earth and the cycles of our own lives. As a culture we revere the beginning and despise the end of life. Yet how can we have one without the other?
Neither end of the spectrum of human life is intrinsically good or bad – it just is.