The Lost Art of the Private Moment
On what it means to be connected.
A farmer and his friend sat under the shade of a fruit tree, watching as the sun began to set over the fields. They had been working hard all day, tending to the crops and animals, and were taking a well-deserved break. As they sat together, they could hear the gentle rustling of the leaves in the breeze, and the distant chirping of birds as they settled in for the night. It was the end of another long day, but there was a sense of peace and contentment in the air.
“It’s been a good long day,” started the farmer. “I appreciate you coming over to give me a hand. It seems every day I’m constantly trying to find ways to improve things around here to make things more efficient and a bit easier. Today was one of the few days where it seemed everything went right. I spent more time building and creating than mending and fixing.”
“Always a pleasure” the friend said with a wry smile, “You know, it’s interesting how you’re always looking for ways to improve things, but there are always people out there who romanticize the olden days and want to go back to the way things were. They talk about the simplicity and the charm of the past, but I think they forget about all the hard work and struggles that came with it.”
