The mess we are in, doesn’t need any elaboration. Nor does the fact that begging those who derive the most power and profit from the system that works to our own detriment, as well as to that of the whole planet, to please change it, hasn’t worked. Evidently, the system runs on our sweat and cells. Instead of complaining and supporting simultaneously, I guess it would make more sense to stop feeding all our energy and intelligence that run it.
It would make more sense not to acquiesce to slavery and sell our bodies, minds, hearts and souls in exchange for our needs of food and shelter.
The ten additional reasons, open to debate of course:
This sucking in and gobbling up actually involves a lot of bloodshed and annihilation of a lot of lives, human and non-human. Even if you are peaceful and non-violent by nature, and vegan in practice, you remain an accomplice.
You may balloon up in a city, but the vital force will always be missing.
You will need a forest to breathe in the life force; you cannot do that with the exhaust of a car.
The food we eat, we all know, becomes our body, our mind, our thoughts, our spirit… that is us. It’s not simply a question of calories, proteins and vitamins, as the city life invariably is bound to perceive. Cities snap the connection, and give the illusion that the source of food is the supermarket, and food is the sum-up of the label. We register what we see.
When growing one’s own food, one begins to see and appreciate that life sustains on the life of other living beings. And that the quality of our life depends on our relationship with the living beings that sustain our life. That becomes the very basis of our physical and spiritual being. One feels physically, morally and ethically cleansed, having stopped consuming – be it the battery chickens and hogs, or the Roundup corn or soy – and thus no longer being an accomplice in giving the animals or plants a life no one should be condemned to.
As a bonus yes, and a very big one, you save yourself and your children from being poisoned, and sending out invites to those nasty illnesses.
This also means more time for your lover, children… your family. And a campfire whenever you want.
Plus, you won’t have to abandon your children with nannies or request their grandparents to raise them. That wasn’t the point of making babies with so much love in the first place, right?
Once released from your solitary confinement in your respective boxes called homes, cars and offices, out in the open in real spaces where beats of your heart become one with the pulsations of your surroundings, in a multitude of deep communing relationships with trees, plants and lakes; animals and birds and insects; the wind and the sun and the rain, your senses begin to get nourished and your mind healed. There is a good chance, you won’t need drugs to keep you sane in a sane world.
Disclaimer: Author is not responsible for any matrimonial disputes ensuing the regrowth or strengthening of the spine.
The best part is, you won’t even have to go to Starbucks to meet new friends.
City life is based on passing the responsibility, because city itself is an irresponsible act. We know that the land, the water and the air – the very basis of our life on this planet – are being poisoned, but no one can be held responsible. I’m given to think that it is someone else’s responsibility, though I myself am a participant.
On a piece of land, you learn to be accountable for the impact of your stay on earth; in the city – how to pass the buck!