In the 17th century world of Agricola, I had a good life.
I had fields I didn't have to sow, sheeps I didn't have to slaughter and a spacious house to boot.
I also made it through every harvest without having to beg; instead I enjoyed fishing and travelling where there's food given. Also the storehouse was plentiful and every time I took a sheep, there was also food to take.
And at the end of it all, I was also not in debt.
I may not have lived a life I should have lived; which was to have the most prosperous and productive farm. But I was happy.
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I want to be that happy in the here.
To be able to withstand the pressure of cell, church and society's expectation of how I should live my life.
To solely trust and rely on His ever presence and providence.
I miss this day from 3 years ago.
When I went all out and just took that bungy plunge.
When I didn't care what people would think, or how worried they'd be. Or what if I'd died that day.
