Every once in a good while i walk down the street and i get a strange feeling brewing inside me that doesn't involve wild monkey sex fantasies. And when that occurs its usually me thinking about what life would be like if we actually had real lives. And by real lives I mean we don't sit at desks, or drive cars, what if we didn't have any cell phones, or whatever technological crap we have today. What if we were lucky enough to live in an agrarian society where our life revolved around the days crops, crushing wheat, sweating outdoors, hunting, pulling in a huge catch of fish, what if... IF you remember in Fight Club Chuck Pahlanuik (writer) was talking about a world where vines hung from the empire state building and that if you looked down there would be rows of men working, planting, where cars once commuted. How beautiful would our life be if we did not have to worry about 99% percent of the shit we worry about now? Where our main concern is to provide for our family and sit around a bonfire after having worked our hands dry. Theres something so satisfactory in being able to do that, the simplicity just breaks me sometimes. What have we become? We are a society of men who are worried more about the ridiculous intricacies of "life" that we have forgotten its roots. I would give up everything we've got now for that kind of life. I think i'm rambling again. I have a headache now... hopefully someone feels the same way out there...
