At times I imagine myself working at my farm, with chickens roaming freely and tomatoes ripening in vibrant red hues, surrounded by lush green chilli plants.
Many historians, particularly anthropologists, have delved into the evolution of humanity. Countless theories have been explored, yet many more remain undiscovered. It’s unlikely that within our lifetime, we’ll unravel this puzzle.
The world leaders seem to commit the same mistakes, what’s the use of studying all that history and glory of human evolution? What’s the use of theories when our minds can’t foresee the future?
We should all be getting back to the fields, growing good food. Not organic, the word organic is a ploy used by advertising companies.
This city life! Always in survival mode. Never understood who ate the profits, capitalists, communists, socialists, are just words invented to let people keep on fighting. We, humans, are fond of naming things and then fighting over why anything was named the way it was named. We refuse to understand the essence and purpose of things.
Cruelty-free, organic, vegan, nationalism, nationalist, patriotism, anti-pro, feminist, anti-feminist, housewife, house husband, homemaker, private, public, capitalist, socialist, liberalist, leftist, rightist, classical, neo-classical and so many more names with their fluid definitions.
Yet, we’re compelled to master these concepts to secure our livelihoods.
At this point, I understand only one word.
A village.
The Quiet Reader 