I wake up some mornings wanting to be nothing but a farmer.
A simple farmer. I want to wake up with the first rays of the sun and work hard in the fields all day. Ploughing, raking, tilling the land. I want to indulge in hard labour. I know that would make me happy. I know it in my bones.
A simple farmer. I don’t want to grow exotic fruit or rare flowers. I want to grow rice. I want to grow wheat. I want to grow corn.
And then I get out of bed, go to work and I can’t eat the rest of the day.