Sometimes I daydream of a life as a subsistence farmer in Ghana.
What if you lived without electricity and running water and followed the life cycle shaped by your forefathers, deprived of that existential anxiety that seems to grow in modern youth? Whilst the youth get depressed because they fail to achieve the impossible task of reaching unrealistic goals and searching for a purpose in life, village days are spent working on the family’s farm. The satisfaction of harvesting and feeding your family fills you up with pride and allows you to sleep at night.
Dreams turn into anxiety because they’re constructed by fake lives exposed in social media, endless possibilities presented by the World Wide Web and a culture which teaches that what you have is never enough. Yet, on the contrary, you could be grateful because your family is healthy and your heart is fulfilled every time you wake up in the morning. Simply because you did.
Internet opened up Pandora’s box to my Western generation. Facebook, Instagram and Twitter depict a fake reality of our best moments each day. What about the majority of your day? Instead of helping each other, we all take part in a silent competition. One in which we’re told not to look inwards. Not to be humble or even grateful for what we have. There were always a second and a third choice you rejected. Maybe they were better than the one you choose? What if independence actually was interdependence and friendships real security?
Sometimes I ungratefully daydream of a life with limited choices.