sometimes i think about what it would be like to be someone else, living in almost destitution. like mongolian nomads, who live in the harsh mountains, gather food, hunting animals, raising kids, and tending to the land. simple.
sure there would be no starcraft, no television, no fast food. but i wouldn't even know about these things to miss them much.
the world is getting way too complicated. we, as in people who live in the industrialized world, depend on material possession for happiness. but that's only because we've been taught at a young age that the accumulation of material goods is the key to being happy. i don't think that's true.
i don't think being poor and homeless is that great either. but poor and homeless people in my society no that they're at bottom of the totem. they live without. they don't have material possessions and they are not plugged into the mainstream.
but how is that different from inuit people who live and hunt in near artic weather. i think an inuit hunter can be happier than an investment banker if he never has to believe that money and items are everything.
i worked as a migrant farmer in the summer. woke up at 5 am, rode in a 14 seat filled broken down van for 2 hours to and fro. got home 7:30 pm everyday. i picked weeds, fruits, sorted fruits, packed grapes. i worked on my hands and knees, muddied, aching, sometimes feeling like giving up, sometimes itching so bad i wanted to quit, other times i would feel fire in the throat for not packing enough water to drink. I'd get bug bites, injured, scratched, yelled at, cursed at, disrespected. all for 7 dollars an hour.
i worked like that for 10 hours each day, 6 days a week. and i loved it. if i could have done that for the rest of my life and have enough to pay rent and food and never have to go back to urbanized society i would have been elated. maybe one day.