No one really tells you how much of “adult life” is trying to figure out, or secure, what’s next. Some of us really like having control of that phenomenon and others… well, not so much. I’ve skewed both ways in my short experiences but I’m finding as I age, I too am looking for more security. Or is it comfort I seek? Security and comfort are not the same thing - there is security in knowing that you definitely have to chop wood to heat the house and that you have to feed the horses every morning, but that isn’t what the average human considers comfortable. Comfort is thought of as luxury and excess, typically.
That spiel considered, is it really so strange that my idea of comfort and/or security is straight up hard work most of the time? It isn’t that I love having a lot on my plate - maybe more that I like knowing that there is some kind of… knowledge that can’t be stolen in the things I am able to do with my own hands. If I can germinate and sow seeds, plant a garden, raise, train, and tend my horses, maintain a property & facility and cook pretty decently why am I supposed to feel bad I’m not a lawyer or a doctor or a business executive? I can ride a horse and grow a tomato therefore I suppose I’ll be potentially better off in the apocalypse than most people I know, so I guess there’s that too.
I’m not sure it matters too much in the long run, so I’ll probably just try not to be an asshole and keep doing my weird shit.
- FF