disappointments

Sometimes (all of the time) I think that living out in the middle of nowhere would just be easier (it 10000% would be). Having to work to pay rent and bills just upsets me. We (life on this planet) were not put here to just work until we die to give other people widgets we assign value to. It’s pointless and exhausting. I know living in the “off grid” style is hard work. I am game for that because I’d be living for ME and not to to fill the pocket of whoever with imaginary wealth. I feel like I keep growing evermore sour on that note over the years and being an old crone in a mountin forest is really the only thing I’m striving for at this point.