Could I have some sugar for my coffee?

I am from a small town; a very small town. The kind of town where literally everybody knows each other. The kind of town where you can ask your neighbor sugar for your coffee. The kind of town where if you are craving chocolate, there is only one place you can buy some. The kind of town where 300 people live.

I lived there for 20 years; Most of my friends still live in the area. We’ve known each other forever. Younger, we’d play in the wood, we’d build forts, we’d get in trouble for playing with fire; we just had a good time experiencing life.

I now live in the Greater Toronto Area, and let me tell ya, I miss my hometown. I miss being able to go somewhere and meet someone I know and just start a conversation. I miss not having to take traffic into consideration when going to work. I miss being close to nature (real nature; a bunch of trees in your backyard (if you even have one) doesn’t count). I miss the quietness, the peacefulness. I miss everything about it; Even the fact that people too often get their nose in your own life, and feel like they gotta know everything that’s going on. You just bought a new car? The whole town will know in a day.

I’ve been in the GTA for exactly a year and 5 months now, and I’ve come to conclusion that people here can be very selfish and self-centered. And I mean, I kinda understand why when your neighbor can see you washing dishes through his window and that living here is like living in a bee hive. Sometimes, it just feels nice to shut everything down around you to have a piece of quiet.

People here work too much, buy too much, relax too little and miss the meaning of community. They are more focus on finally being able to afford an in-ground pool they will never be able to enjoy because they work too much than just enjoying life and press pause for a moment. There is this whole social pressure “to succeed” which, in their world, means making a s*** load of money; and it seems like having goals that don’t involve making money and owning a house is looked upon as being a failure.

At least that’s how it makes me feel. Because I finally dropped out of university after a year of not being motivated whatsoever, because I do not wish to have an office job in a big company. Because I’d rather live in a little house in the middle of nowhere than having a gigantic empty house in town. Do not look at me as if I told you I was an alien! I want to live, not work.

And if it means that I have to live simply, I will. I’d rather do that than kill myself 50 hours/week and waking up one day realizing that I’ve done nothing with my life but work. I am sick of this capitalist world where everything gravitates around money. I am sick of the disparity between rich and poor. I am sick of seeing people dying of starvation when, us, spoiled little brats waste tons of food every day.

I want to live in a world where everybody helps everybody. I want to live in a world where people work to live and don’t live to work. I want to live in a world where, just like my hometown, people are friends with their neighbors. I want to live in a world where success means being happy. I want to live in a world where…Image

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