I moved to the forest, way off grid. The grand existential worries are further away, and the birds still sing each morning. Of course the worries are still th

I moved to the forest, way off grid. The grand existential worries are further away, and the birds still sing each morning. Of course the worries are still there, but I have enough real, imminent, and perfectly solvable worries right here to keep me occupied and feeling adequately in control of my environment. I suppose one can choose to try to persist in the mechanised world, and if you can make it work, power to you — or you can reject it and walk away into the bushes. There’s nothing wrong with choosing a different path. Some folks will try to talk you out of it, but they speak from their fears. Now more than ever, what with all-spanning connectivity, if you need to work for a living, you can, from anywhere. Keep investing, is all I’d say - the markets are depressed and are likely to become moreso, so it’s an excellent time to think about accruing - it’s how I’ve afforded to do what I do, and work only because I want to. For what it’s worth, my living expenses out here are so low that it’s put me in a position to better help those who need it, be it family, friends, or just a local villager who’s struggling to put food on the table, than I ever was in while I worked in a city for a living.