Of the land (another rant and rambling)

Most people, when they think of history, they think of the connection of our lives to the lives of our ancestors. This wondrous feeling of connecting with individuals from a bygone era, almost as if we were living in two separate, completely different worlds. I feel like our ancestors from the past would also share the same sentiment. They would be astounded by the conveniences of the modern world but also still be sad that there is still pain and suffering, no matter the era. Yes there is less, but it is still here. It will always be here because of the nature of humankind. Someone will always be the victor, someone will always be the loser and the history books will always favor the one who wins. However, as long as there are ones from the opposing side to tell their version of the story, that are alive to this day through their descendants, they have not truly lost. They are not truly lost and will earn their rightful place in history.

I know that this will not be the most popular of ideas, but if I had to live in the past, I would like to live as a farmer. I would like to live in any era actually and be a time traveler, living a simple life, a life of the land, a life where I can actually feel like I am in control of my own life instead of living a half-life, a life without meaning. I believe this is the outcome that many people seek yet it is something that eludes more humans on this earth than one would think. It should be a given that all people be given the opportunity to pursue what they want in their lives and not live their whole lives for others but if that is something that you believe and want to do without any pressure from any outside forces, then that is also one way to live out your human life.

Most people would want to be a knight, a king or a queen, some kind of royalty, but all I want and require of life is to live simply, die simply, go through my day-to-day life, satisfied knowing that I grew something with my own two hands, to reap the fruits of my labor. In the beginning we all came from nothing and to nothing we will go. The trees brittle, snapping as their limbs contort, the fish gasping their last breaths on the edge of every ocean, wells run dry and entire towns, cities, civilizations swallowed by the the new sea, the endless sea of sand.

The folly of humankind of thinking that we could ever remotely control the weather and overcome Mother Nature. This planet that we called Earth, had different plans for us. So whether it be a king, a knight, a wizard, a seamstress, a housewife, a child, or a farmer, it matters not. All will erode with the passing of time and time will tell what the future will bring. Death and destruction is sure, nothing that humans have built on this Earth was meant to last forever but yet the monuments underneath the sea of sand, vast caverns of human history placed here and there, they will tell our story. Even when all traces of humans have left this planet, there will still be structures that shows that we existed, intertwined, fated to live and die with the same fate. But alas, this story will be for our discovers to tell and to etch into their findings.

Engulfed in the desert's parched silence, I was nothing but another grain of sand in the wind.