MO Farmer

MO Farmer
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For a while at the end of my high school career I found joy in bucking hay... I think my joy derived from the pleasure of sweat, mold, pain, and the blahness of hay much more than the extra bit of cash it put in my pocket. Actually as I look back upon it I found the work very enjoyable. Sometimes, it's fun to dream of doing other things - for me these mostly are collected into two categories, one smaller than the other. The first is wondering what it would be like to really earn my living. For instance being a farmer, or living in the woods and living off the land (though that doesn't seem possible these days). carpentry and construction are other trades that seem very interesting compared to my average days here and there. On the flip side there is a desire to do something with art. Not boring art where all the money is but real art that touches the human spirit - now that's an adventure! For me working physically is rewarding in so many arenas, I can't go into them all but, when I retire, I think I will really consider going into carpentry or helping on a farm, if possible. It's ashame we can't do those types of things now, but our society is set up in shuch a way that it makes a future almost impossible. I feel a need to provide for the ones I love and today, that seems like sacrificing your own interests and ambitions. But will that affect the type of person you are around the ones you love? So many people hate their job and where their life is heading. I love my job! Perhaps because I'm new...but I feel like what I do matters and that makes a difference. Still, there are lots of days where I would love to throw some hay, till the ground, and take a break looking at a beatiful sky moving across the foreground of a windmill. Then at the end of the day, having a gentle evening with my wife and kids while the sun lowers its eyes to sleep...what happened to that life? When did this life become so different? Is it such a great life afterall...it seems we work our butts off in school so we can do anything and everything - and now the anything and everything jobs, which aren't real, are making all my friends wish they were where the grass is greener...perhaps on a farm somewhere working with me.