The Rejection Of Natural Life

On the surface, it seems that living in a city is far easier than living close to nature. Proof of this is the nonstop migration of people from rural areas to urban ones. But aren’t we natural beings? Why does life seem to get easier the further from nature we go?

For the past decade, I’ve told myself that I will one day move to a farm and humbly tend to basic crops and chickens. I’ll cut my own wood and repair things with my own hands instead of calling a repairman. I’ll wake up at the crack of dawn and put in a full day of physical labor. Deep down, I know this will never happen. The older I get, the more I crave comfort, and working on a farm is anything but comfort.

I meet many people in Eastern Europe who grew up on farms. They tell me in detail how farm work is hard and grueling, and how they are obligated to work according to the season, regardless of their mood. Their body aches and moans, never able to feel fully rested. If anyone in a European village gets the opportunity to move to the big city, they take it nearly 100% of the time. The people who stay behind are often seen as not industrious enough to escape.

With my farm dream deferred, I can’t help but ask why we were created to run away from what is most natural. Shouldn’t we love coating our hands in the earth and watching the fruits of our labor rise from the ground? Shouldn’t we appreciate the sun and the rain, and celebrate the coming of a new season with a similar level of excitement to how we celebrate our own birthdays with a shot of alcohol in a city bar? Instead, we dive headfirst into the urban simulation. We go through years of educational training to prepare us for sitting at work, sitting in cafes, sitting at home in front of unlimited entertainment options. We spend most of our waking lives staring at electronic gizmos or listening to music that sounds like it was made by an electronic gizmo.

Everyone craves the urban lifestyle, yet who is truly happy with it? You are desirous of more entertainment, more fun, more fornication, and more money. You require ever escalating doses of novelty and drugs. You require more attention and more validation. You require achievement systems and self-improvement programs to change yourself into something else, because you want to be like the man who has all the women and status, or you want to be like the woman who has hundreds of horny followers online. You’re never satisfied with who you are. We live in the city, and we are miserable. Our bodies are rested, but our minds suffer.

Then you go into the village, and meet an uneducated farmhand. His body is tired. He daydreams of relaxation. He has been drinking for much of the evening to help relieve the stress of physical labor and monotonous work. And yet his mind is clear. He has accepted his fate, and assuming he has not lived in the big city to enjoy its pleasures, and assuming he does not have the latest iPhone, he doesn’t know what he’s missing. His village is his entire world, and all he can think of is where he can lay down and doze off until the sun rises again, all without Ambien or “sleep hygiene” protocols that urban zombies need, only to sip on sugary caffeine drinks throughout the next day. The villager’s body suffers, but his mind does not, and if it ever does, it’s nothing that a few beers can’t resolve. His mind empties without the need for clubbing, Instagraming, or visiting the hottest new restaurant in town to feel like a human being.

When man moved from the village to the city, he traded bodily suffering for mental suffering, yet the sum of his suffering remained the same. If anything, he has chosen a new kind of suffering that is much harder to solve. It robs him of his sleep, blocks his ability to connect with the opposite sex, and silences the sound of the river. He believes he made a good deal as he sits in his air-conditioned office, but he’s sitting in an air-conditioned office, wondering how he will get his next hit of external stimulation and pleasure. Year by year, he is gradually taken away from anything resembling a natural life, trading it for one of excess, anxiety, and neverending cycles of self-help.

I punched through the urban life and see nothing on the other side. Ways to make it “better” or more “successful” only lead to more mental suffering, and yet I’m not exactly straining to move to the village, one that I’ve never lived in. While my mind is tough, my body is not. A lifetime of doing workouts in the gym, where I barely broke a sweat, has not prepared for me for life on the farm, and I doubt I’d make it even a month. I know that the sum of my suffering will not change if I move to the village, so I will stick with what I know, and tonight when I lay myself to sleep, after I put on my night mask and turn on my white noise machine, I hope that I won’t toss and turn too much.

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Indeed this is the reality of the situation in western societies and beyond. Bit of a hopeless ending though, I’m more optimistic we can reclaim some of this without the back-breaking toils. Own a small plot of land in a quiet area, grow a garden, own chickens, chop firewood for the winter. Doesn’t have to be a drastic overhaul.

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Pretty much like hr drive from the city….know a guy doing similar by raising few goats for milk in the backyard.
Think his job was plumber

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Having a homestead where you can raise chickens (the most cost effective, simple, relatively sanitary, and low-noise production livestock there is) is a great way to get low cost meat and plenty of protein rich eggs for breakfast without much backbreaking work at all.

It’s when you start dealing with hogs, cows, and other larger animals it’s at a whole new level which seems unnecessary for a man raised in the city.

Look at property where you can do such things just outside of Boise, Idaho or something Roosh. One where you are in solid red country no matter what, and you only have to drive like 30 or 40 minutes to be back in a bigger town when you get that once or twice a week urban craving.

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Boise Idaho sounds great but there is no doubt a continued underlying iron-fisted control of many aspects of life by the Mormons. I was in that region 20+ years ago and I’m sure the more things change, the more they stay the same (I am not a Mormon). If you are a Mormon or are going to convert, it’s great. If you are not & are planning on settling there, be prepared to be treated almost like a second-class citizen.

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This is not accurate, according to city data boise is 16% mormon. I currently live in a town that is 75% mormon and , while it does tend to limit my social interactions, I do not feel like a second -class citizen. I actually feel like a 1st class citizen who understands the psychology of the mormon population and is able to leverage this to my advantage.

As a secondary comment about this article, it is very easy to live in a rural area with access to cities. Chickens are easy. Gardens take work but there are a lot of construction workers in cities who work much harder.

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Yeah but they make up a lot more of the money, kind of like Episcopalians in NYC. Most New Yorkers are Catholic, but most of New York’s money is Episcopalian.

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Boise already has enough degenerates moving there. We don’t need any more in Roosh.

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Here we go again… Septic of Roosh, all you do is spend time on a website where you don’t like the owner and spend your day making snide comments.
Nice purpose you have in life(sarcastic) Have fun doing it because its not going to have a positive result.

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Good advice but I really don’t think I have it in me to wring a chicken ‘s neck! I’d treat them all like pets and die of starvation. I am like many others far too soft to live a farmer’s life.

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I am afraid that we have passed the point of any return to a primitive existence. We are all like the mice in the mice utopia experiment. Soon we will be entering the terminal stage.

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If you have (enough) money, or can work an urban style job remotely, rural life doesn’t need to be harsh. Don’t overthink it. Living away from the city in CURRENT YEAR doesn’t necessarily mean you suddenly have to produce (all) your own food or that you must tend to every aspect of rural living. If you can afford a place in the country, the first step is to buy it. You will discover what you want to do with it as you go along. You may end up in an off-grid homestead doing it all yourself, maybe you’ll use it as a weekend getaway to do some writing with all the creature comforts, or you may sell it.

A few years back I bought a property and small patch of land in the middle of nowhere. An educated city boy never having done a hard days labor in my life. It’s a terrible investment, yet It was the best money I have spent. My time is split between city and country living.

I do house maintenance, tend to the garden, have an orchard. My family also likes to spend time there relaxing. If we had to move out there permanently, it wouldn’t be as much of a leap as it was a few years back. It really is empowering learning to use your hands.

If you do move to the country, remember you’re there by choice. Your life is not the life of a peasant who is unable to find a way out. Rural living is not a hermit lifestyle, you will need to rely on your neighbors far more than in the city. Paradoxically, community strength is inversely proportional to population density.

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@Princip – You’re fortunate that your rural homestead is working out successfully. You must rely on your neighbors and your spouse must be red pilled and loyal. The family courts have long tentacles and it is immensely easy for the predatory courts to violate your family wherever you live, no matter how remote if you have either a dumb, flaky or disloyal woman.

I was once in a very remote county courthouse doing a title search and the people in the county offices were mostly FAT WHITE WOMEN. Yes obese white single women, most of them had rings on their ‘FU’ finger and on the right hand, were running that county. Fugly empowered lard a§§ women in elected government is the achilles heel of rural America.

Anyways, I did my searches and overheard the lard a§§es bellowing and laughing in the front office around the copier. The laughter was over the joke of the day which was circulating around the office . . .

Joke: “What does a tornado and a divorce in Clay county have in common?”

Ans: “Someone always loses a trailer”

Jesus you should have seen those absolutely unmarryable wretched obese women belching and laughing.

The lesson here is that the family court mob/cabal has immense control anywhere you go and in rural America, the majority of residents are sitting on a chunk of land that the predator government wants. The local government in rural America really doesn’t serve anyone but themselves. Just looking at those fat entitled pigs in the county chairs laughing at the mere subject of divorce rape made my stomach turn. The joke was bad enough, but those old crones cackling – sheesh the entire building permiated with such a toxic atmosphere I could barely breathe. Who could live there or even live period around any of those empowered grotesque beasts. The place was not even conducive to life itself. Not even a newborn baby could survive the negative mojo of those ladies. So TELL ME about the real cause of plummeting birth rates. It’s THOSE LADIES. Those awful fat witches from he||. They literally scare life and goodness away. Empowered bureaucrat women in government – PTOOEY!!

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Well said & much agreed

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There also are some parts of the country where economic opportunity does actual exist in rural and semirural areas. All rural areas are not the American West.

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Part of the problem stems with humans trying to force crops to grow where they don’t want to grow. Forcing a system to do what it doesn’t want to do takes a lot of effort. I’ve practiced a type of farming called Permaculture and the only significant effort I had was in the setup. Sure, you get tied to the timing of natural processes like getting up early to feed the chickens and collect eggs, but that is far easier (and a lot of fun – chickens have personalities) on the body and soul than you’d think.

Unfortunately I was unable to get it to work due to child support legal issues (I make > 100k/yr and the courts expect me to continue paying support in accordance with that, not what I could make from my farm). Once I’m out from under these obligations, I’m going right back to it. In fact, I plan on doing it in a desertified area like Geoff Lawton did in Jordan. Google “greening the desert”.

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My parents were farmers. I wouldn’t touch that job with a 3-meter hay pole. Then again, not all farmwork is gruelling. You could own a small permaculture garden or orangerie, a beehive and produce most of your own food & firewood for relatively little work. But you would need to get your money elsewhere, such as writing books or doing online gigs. You’d be getting the best of country living without the agony of hard agriculture work.

Participating in modern, industrial agriculture will ruin your body, as you will be inhaling all kinds of dust & pesticides and sitting endless hours in that tractor cabin. If those won’t get you, workplace accidents will. In general, farmers are in worse physical shape than average population. That was the good news. The bad news is your mind will be ruined as well. Those tractors, machines, fuel, seeds, spares etc. need to be paid, so there will be a constant financial worry. A modern farmer is just a bottomboi for global companies, who take turns in having their way with him. The surest way to get rich during the gold rush was to sell equipment for hopeful gold miners. An average miner probably just ruined his health and watched his dreams get crushed. It is the same with modern agriculture.

Then again, you could escape the funnel provided by big companies by differentiating yourself. You could grow, pack and sell goji berries, wasabi, or some other niche plant. You could plant oaks inoculated with truffle spores and hope to strike it rich. You could farm ostriches, visent or some other exotic animal. With curiosity, a willingness to learn and a lot of work, you might do well.

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Yeah, trying to make a living off a small farm is idiotic. You need scale and capital. But it’s perfectly feasible to grow half your own food on a part time basis (as long as you like potatoes), or to supplement your income with a high value niche product (greenhouse citrus, micro-greens, mushrooms). I would call it “gardening” rather than farming, though. A half acre with maybe some greenhouses is plenty. There isn’t necessarily an urban vs. rural dichotomy; you could operate a profitable gardening operation in a suburban lot and still live in an apartment building.

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Hahaha “as long as you like potatoes.” I hate potatoes

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Fuck dude you make me laugh. I get it. I really do.

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I grew up gardening and farming and living in the middle of nowhere. I think there was a period of about thirty seconds once upon a time when I felt the allure of urban lifestyle, but I’m kind of the opposite of most people in that even living on the edge of a small town is too much for me. I was born and raised in a place where I could step outside and listen to the sound of the river rushing in the distance. I’ve had more than a dozen years to get used to the constant rushing and rumbling of cars instead, and I don’t think I ever will.

The biggest point of anxiety for me living in the “city” (small though it may be) is that it’s not just hard to grow food, it’s hard to make ANYTHING. Urban living is a consumption-based model on every level. There isn’t enough space. There are too many restrictions. Even people who think they have it figured out with their urban gardens and their patio chicken coops are typically pouring a disproportionate quantity of resources into what amounts to a dead-end hobby. Living in the city means trading away your means of production and accepting a functionally crippled existence of dependency on the system that crippled you – a system which co-opts all of your would-be prosperity to feed itself.

I say get out.

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I don’t get this. It’s easier to make almost anything in or near a city. You have better logistics and access to useful services and professionals. The only reason to be way out in the sticks is for commodity crop production, mining, ranching, etc. Doing anything of any complexity will be much harder and more expensive away from civilization.

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Space alone costs so much to nail down in the city that the cost of maintaining a facility with adequate storage and workspace is often prohibitive unless you’re going all-in on commercial production – which, again, is usually just feeding that same system which dictates that production remain almost entirely in the hands of corporations (which can be much more easily bent to the various purposes of the system supporting them) rather than individuals.

Of course it’s easier to make MONEY in the city. The city wants money FROM you, so that’s exactly what they’re set up to facilitate. And they’re set up to facilitate this with absolutely no regard for the health, safety, and survival of you and your family. You are expendable –
and unless you are ruthless and wise to the game and willing to consistently put your own interests above those of your neighbors, you will take the fall and you will bear the brunt of the suffering in times of economic hardship.

Individual and household-level production and manufacturing is the sweet spot for creating relatively stable baseline local economies, and that’s what I’m after. It’s a model that requires most of the households in any given community to consistently and dedicatedly produce something that they develop and use for themselves, efficiently enough and in proportionate quantity to supply to a rest of the community. This model must also be based on efficient and prudent use of locally available resources (and labor, of course), so that most critical operations can be sustained in the event of broader economic collapse, or if the community is ever effectively cut off from the broader economy (wartime, local unrest, natural disaster, etc.).

Pie in the sky, perhaps, but if I’m not working toward that, then what on earth am I working for? My own plan involves securing a patch of rural land fairly cheaply and living semi-primitively while we develop the land ourselves. A small cottage or two, a large multi-purpose workshop, and many various pieces of equipment (which we are already collecting). My children will learn how to work with their hands and grow food and make most basic things for themselves with skill and efficiency. In order to afford the space and facilities to do all of these things in the city, I’d have to put my boys in public school and get a job – and then it becomes an expensive lifestyle hobby rather than a resilient way of living.

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Cities are paved over lands. Which destroys all the natural capital. Leaving only artificial capital all of which have to be purchased.

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I REALLY miss my drum set, power tools, having a vice, saw horses, rifles, fishing rods, a work bench where I can tinker on my inventions and other gadgets I like to make. In a city apartment, I can’t do shit like that.

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We’re fortunate enough to have access to shop space in town at an incredibly affordable rate through some personal and business acquaintances. And a garage which makes a decent home workshop. So there’s quite a bit we CAN do. But it’s a bit of an “enjoy it while it lasts” situation, considering we’re entirely at the whim of our landlords. The shop space could be rented out from under us at pretty much any time, and the lease for our townhome technically prohibits use of the space for any commercial purpose (I can comfortably skirt this rule by calling everything I do “hobby” work, but if my fiancé set up shop in there for his business, our landlord would have a perfectly valid justification for giving us the boot, if that ever suited her). And even though we’re getting a really good deal on our rental rates right now, it’s still really expensive to live and operate here. So it’s a fairly tenuous set of circumstances, the continued stability and sustainability of which depends, by varying degrees of separation (through our landlords and the pressures put on their respective business entities via city regulations: licensing, permitting, zoning, insurance, etc.), on serving the interests of the city and its elected council.

The difference between my situation now, living in the city in relative luxury and depending on its infrastructure and economy – and the situation I grew up in where my dad was poor but owned his home and land out in the sticks (and still lives there to this day and will probably die there eventually?) I have never, in my whole entire life known my father to hesitate to speak his mind, or to be afraid of ruffling feathers.

I must be very wary about how my words and actions are perceived, and censor myself as a matter of policy. The stability of my existence and my children’s development depends on keeping good with the people who control the resources that make it possible to live and work in what is essentially a vast, barren wasteland.

There is nothing whatsoever about this arrangement that is advantageous to the human spirit and condition. Money be damned.

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It’s not okay to make noise in an apartment because everyone is stacked on top of each other like a beehive. The whole hive panics when there’s odd noise because cubicle living drives you nuts and you can’t perceive reality. We’re humans and we have nothing in common with insect hive specie is why. It is unnatural living in a box with right angles. The womb is even round. It’s no wonder so many city dwellers get vertigo or throw themselves off buildings, like they forgot about gravity or something. RUN RUN RUN to the countryside before it’s too late!

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Its tough to have those hobbies in an apt but ive done all those things you mentioned in apts my whole adult life. Electric drumset, not at quiet hours esp. I have mini bench grinder/ vice/ drill press etc. Hell ive used by bathroom as a spray booth (with exhaust fan on lol) and the bathtub as a parts washer. Sounds dirty? My apt has been nominated as the cleanest unit out of 200 flats in my complex many times by maintinance personal. Its all about doing stealth work. Hell Indian Larry built choppers outta a friggin closet in New York.

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Right. Hobbies. I’m not talking about hobbies. I’m talking about small-scale industry. It’s one thing to do a quick-and-dirty re-purposing of living space for an occasional/one-off project, it’s another thing entirely to have dedicated work space.

I’ve got a little sewing machine that takes up less than a cubic foot of space, and can be stashed on a shelf when not in use (and set up on a bar stool in a pinch). Great for mending and small hobby projects, but not suitable at all for regular production of anything. My industrial machine takes up about 30 cubic feet of space and probably weighs more than a hundred pounds.

It’s a matter of scale. You can do almost anything in an apartment at the hobby level – and you’ll spend a vastly disproportionate amount of money and time on miniature equipment, small quantities of materials, and labor (especially if you have to haul everything out and then pack it back up every time you use it). I guess that’s fine if you just want to preen about having done something yourself, or if you just need to make one of something to your own specifications – but if you’re doing whatever it is on a regular basis to make a living, supplement your income, or save a significant amount of money by producing a large enough volume of various goods/equipment for yourself and your family, you need an efficient setup, and that requires dedicated space.

Residential wiring is another issue. My fiancé and I want to purchase or build a small forge and a heat-treating oven for steel, but will probably need a 220 volt outlet to power it. Odds of getting approval from our landlord to add one are pretty much nonexistent.

Home exhaust fans are adequate for ventilation on a small/occasional scale, but if you’re working with chemicals, metal, plastic, or wood dust from sanding and grinding, etc. every day or most days, home ventilation systems aren’t built for that.

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And don’t even get me started on how useless most modern/urban residential kitchens are. I’ve lived in a number of 2-3+ bedroom duplexes and townhomes, and they’re all designed for people who purchase and consume prepared foods most of the time.

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I think the internet & smartphones have probably revolutionized rural living in many areas (where they are now available). Decades and decades ago, before all the technology, people in rural areas were left behind from the cutting edge culture and tech and upscale living that only the cities and their suburbs could provide. Rural areas had huge problems being where many ignorant (and in their own way arrogant) hillbillies and rednecks were. Limited employment opportunities in rural areas meant what few good jobs/employers there were, they were known by all & had their own plantation mentalities. You had to have one of these coveted jobs to get the best looking women or be an extremely religious church-goer, keeping up appearances. If you were in a rural area with a crappy job and on the outside of church life, you were really fucked the past. Technology is disrupting everything — and in many ways, for the better.

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Breadmaker here, I will solve all your problems right now Roosh. Make enough money so you can escape the city, then once you have done this go to church or other religious places, medical school libraries, and other places where girls still have some integrity and have not been poisoned by society. Then you can buy a house in the country side, money will not be an issue. You can raise your family with good morals, have a woman with good morals, and have your kids ride their bike to see their friends. I was once blackpilled, but had a very profound experience with the death of a close family member. Same like your sister and breast cancer, god rest her soul. A lot of your readers are angry young guys males, I am one of them. I think if you would be more positive instead of just telling how bad it really is out there(not being argumentative at all, because it is HORRIBLE out there) but if you can set up your followers for success I believe things can change. One person at a time. Notwithstanding my post, there will be a market correction. It is simply inevitable. Whether we will be around to see it, I don’t know. But please, leave your followers with at least some positivity in your Roosh hour, or articles. They are great, I watch every single one. Thank you Roosh, you have changed my life, and I believe you have been destined by a greater power to change more.

Yours truly,

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Hey Breadmaker,
Just wanted to comment on your Med school comment, two chicks I’ve dated that lived in the med school library turned out to be huge sluts. YMMV.

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I live in a rural town. It’s way worse than everyone assumes.

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Please elaborate.

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I lived in one for a bit. I actually liked it, but it sometimes seemed like I was the only person who did. What’s more, it kind of seemed like people hated me for liking it, as if they were blaming my prayers to G-d for why their horrid lives exist.

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There’s one cute single girl in town but she’s a fucking lunatic and also the police chief’s daughter, naturally.

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“…tonight when I lay myself to sleep, after I put on my night mask and turn on my white noise machine, I hope that I won’t toss and turn too much.”

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“… tonight when I lay myself to sleep, after I put on my night mask and turn on my white noise machine, I hope that I won’t toss and turn too much.”

No joke here.
Try the breathing strips.
They really work for me.
Went from getting about 3 to 4 hours a night to 5.5 or 6. Big improvement.

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As always, the answer lies in the middle. You have one extreme of farming, who according to you would move to a city 100% of the time (although im not so sure about that, i think it would be more like 40% – farm people here in australia think the city is too busy lol), and then the other extreme of being brought up in the electronic world of a big city.
My lease runs out of my inner city apartment and im moving 25km away from the city to try and get a nice balance of work and play.

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Roosh: when Twitter bans your account, ill bet you like your “natural lifestyle” living in a box next to a river. Piece of shit.

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Hahaha this was actually expert level trolling. You had to read the entire blog to leave an insult so poignant.

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Lived in rural areas most of my life, spent some years in mid-sized cities (150000-200000 inhabitants) and escaped those multicultural nightmares as soon as i could.
Knew some peoples who were eager after highschool to move in the city, then after some years moved back to villages. Because cities suck, especially in western europe, since they are massively flooded with thugs of MENA origins.
Sure for eastern europeans, cities are an improvement, because they can get corporate jobs, while western europeans see moving to a village as a way to improve their way of life and develop their own buisness if skilled, or just have to drive 30 min to get to work.
I don’t need a night mask or a natural sound app, the wind in the trees, the noises of seagulls and sea are just fine for me.
So does everyone crave the urban lifestyle ? Obviously not, or there would not be so much white flight.
I can’t think of anything of interest left in modern cities. Culture ? Thai food, kebabs, multiplex, i can live without it.
Socializing, which means getting laid and wasted ? Yeah, it matters, but you don’t have to live in the cities for that, just get to the outskirts. And if you live in a relatively touristic area, you’ll find chicks in the camping spots.
Organic food ? It is actually produced in rural areas.

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From a book I wrote: “It’s not about our God versus your God. It’s about how they manifest inside people, how much the people let Divinity fill them and how much love they exhale from that fulfillment toward other souls. Your people are tormented because the link between their souls and their minds is severed, the equilibrium between those two is missing. Their lives are empty because their souls cannot find shelter among other thirsty souls, they don’t have enough inside them to give to other souls who are longing. They suffer as they feel they can be more than they are but they try to rise up from the outside, not from the inside. They want to have, not to become.”

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The truth is that the city is great and nature is great.

What you write about actually has little to do with cities and nature and everything to do with our pleb lack of freedom caused by lack of funds.

Active (and I mean ACTIVE like Kelly Slater or heliskiing-type active), rich (and I mean RICH — anyone who HAS to work to live in comfort and doesn’t CHOOSE to work is not rich) people don’t have such problems. You think they’re complaining about living in a city? Or they have such thoughts like you and me? Nah. They have freedom. They have cottages, islands, yachts, beautiful bright spacious penthouses with amazing views, non-stop skiing, hiking, climbing, sailing, surfing, the great outdoors, the finest fresh food.

Meanwhile all us plebs can do is philosophize, rationalize, choose one way, get trapped, and ultimately cope. Just cope. Cope with our suffocating lack of options. Cope with the fact that we’ll never be truly free to experience all the beautiful things this world has to offer. Instead we’ll waste our days feeling helpless, frustrated and surrounded by toxic information and degeneracy that we would pay absolutely no attention to if we were filthy rich and living life to the fullest.

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The truth is, there is no absolute solution. The real issue is not being able to realise the basic truth that life itself is meant to be elusive and will constantly be a mirage to those looking for happiness and satisfaction. And there’s a good reason for this that I won’t go into here. But all i’ll say is, the real solution is sought internally as well as through an external source.

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This is only if you’re weak minded. The abstract life suits the mentally strong, while the physical the bodily strong.

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Welcome to Buddhism… and to the search for the way to the end of suffering.

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That’s buddhism for western hipsters. Real buddhists believe only death will free them from suffering. After several shitty lives.
Because most buddhists live in barely industrialized, crowded, polluted shitholes.
But that’s the point of most religions, finding solace in death.
The worst being islam. They can’t drink or fuck as they want, can’t socialize with the opposite sex, resorting to buggery and bestiality.
So their “paradise”, preferably reached after killing infidels, is full of fair maiden and comely boys and rivers of wine. Perhaps some goat herds too.

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I’m going to be a bee keeper. Raw honey soothes my soul.

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just be thankful you haven’t lost your marbles like owen benjamin. I truly believe we have all watched a man self destruct in real time on youtube.

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“..Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth..”

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You know that’s true. When I was a teen especially, and also to some extent now, I had two paradoxical fantasies: open wilderness and colossal cities. I remember in high school describing my heaven as a huge city surrounded by untamed jungle and wild rivers on every side. I still don’t really like suburbs, but I’ve definitely warmed to small towns and farming areas.

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What’s natural? Before farming, there was hunting and gathering. That was man’s state for a much longer period of human history (over 100,000 years) than the 10,000 or so years that we’ve been farmers.

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The guys you met who grew up on farms probably a) cleaned out the pig pens themselves b) grew up without a lot of modern technology. Farmhands are cheap in low cost places like Eastern Europe, and modern tech makes farming and life in general a lot easier. I mean women used to spend all day hand-washing clothes and carrying water, it’s not like that anymore either.

As in many things in life, it boils down to money. Buy some land, buy some farming equipment, get some farmhands and rent in some experts now and then and you’re the baron of your estate. It can be great for you to live there and your family to grow up on. But you need a few hundred thousand dollars to get going, and you’re probably not getting a loan for it outside your home country.

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Roosh, I talked about this in the forum, the future is Agraro-Futurism. Living in the countryside, but working online and only doing the physical labor for your enjoyment. Have some cattle, have some vegetables, do not have acre after acre of wheat or hundreds of disgusting pink pigs.

In the short future, this can only be possible on a personal scale. It requires taking advantage of every tech available, such as self testing, self medicine, self tutoring of children, having stuff delivered by drone and Amazon and so on. In the longer time scale, 20 years or so, we could have those Elon Musk tubes or supersonic maglev trains, to carry us quickly from urban centres (needed for work and research and such), to our home in countryside. You’d be able to jet on a weekend trip and be back with little hassle. Security taken care of by those Dog-robots from Boston Dynamics. No trespassing migrants make it past The Dog.

Unfortunately, I feel like our generation gets fucked by this again. It seems we’re always missing out. Born to late to enjoy pre-aids and pre-feminism dating, born too early to see the reversal.

I do have a 3-year plan to migrate to the countryside part time of the year, but I’ll not be making money by selling wheat. I’ve seen what goes into running a farm. It’s not for me.

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If no one is burning dinosaur juice driving tractors back and forth all day over millions of acres to grow wheat and if no one is bleeding and gutting hundreds of thousands of squealing pigs who lived in boxes, there is no working online — there is no online. It’s the wealth and efficiency from industrial farming and mining that makes the wealth that allows that lifestyle.

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I have the same dreams, and I feel I will defer them. But I will continue to have the dream. I am almost 28, and growing up in America has definitely not given me the tools I need to truly be happy. I have to constantly struggle and fight against something. Or maybe I’m just that entitled. Thank you for this post man.

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As an older man I regret much of the time I spent fighting battles that didn’t really need to be fought when I was younger. What I wish most at mid-life is 1) I’d banged more hotties. 2) Seen more of the world. 3) Not worried so much about what other people thought of me. 4) Spent more time doing activities that made me feel productive, self-confident, more learned, or more spiritual, and less pointless arguing. This is what I wish if I could do things over. Something to consider.

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Farm work is not natural either. Agriculture was one of the worst things to happen to humanity. Humans are a hunter gatherer nomadic species. This is where you will find the most happiness.

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I´ve bought a small farm 3ha. By the beach. Now fixing it. We are now putting up a new roof. It´s actually not that hard to do. You buy the beams. And afterward the roof tiles.The farm has around 13 houses. I´m refurbishing them for tourism. Except the main one. Where I will live with my family. One of the houses we are almost building it from scratch. Plumbing and electricity you have to hire experts. Rest is pretty easy to do. But it´s a boring work. And you can´t have flaws. It´s really A, B, C. There´s no cutting corners. I´m taking pictures every week and it´s really incredible how the place improves.

It will be my corner of tranquility. I´m making my own agriculture. Will plant everything potatos, tomatoes, carrots, etc. It´s already giving oranges. When I want them I just grab the tree. Shake it and oranges fell. In December they were acid as fuck. But now became sweet. I believe only a country with two seasons can be self sufficient. What are you going to eat in winter. When there´s no crops?
Anyway gave a thought on animals. But decided not to. Once saw a rabbit getting killed by my grandpa. It´s pretty fucked. They take the skin out in one piece. Also pigs. They are hanged from their feet and stabbed.

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A natural life, for me, is not a farm life. It is a hunter gatherer life. No fences. Hunting, fishing, trapping, homeland security for the men. Child rearing, root picking, herb harvesting, food preserving and clothes mending for the women. I do live on a farm, have a regular construction day job during the week, buy food in town and grow some of our own. Iwouldn’t trade it for the life of roaming nomads. But I think it would be more natural.

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The solution is android farm workers.

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I bought my first luxury vehicle at age 35 after spending most of my life fuck-all poor and by “luxury” I mean it cost over 35k new and had heated seats and a nav system standard. I feel I’ve always had an appreciation for the natural world and even kinda lived in it for a time when I didn’t have other options but. I gotta say. a little “luxury” like heated seats feels pretty damn good sometimes

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“A lifetime of doing workouts in the gym, where I barely broke a sweat, has not prepared for me for life on the farm”

This man was naked except for a loin cloth and high-strapped sandals. He was brown-skinned, with close-cropped black hair and restless black eyes that set off a broad, arrogant face. In girth and breadth he was enormous, with huge limbs on which the great muscles swelled and rippled at each slightest movement. His hands were the largest Conan had ever seen. The assurance of gigantic physical strength colored his every action and inflection.Slightly taller than Conan and much heavier, Baal-pteor loomed before him, a daunting image of muscular development. His mighty arms were unnaturally long, and his great hands opened and closed, twitching convulsively. Conan released the hilt of his imprisoned sword and fell silent, watching his enemy through slitted lids.

“Your head, Cimmerian!” taunted Baal-pteor. “I shall take it with my bare hands, twisting it from your shoulders as the head of a fowl is twisted! Thus the sons of Kosala offer sacrifice to Yajur. Barbarian, you look upon a strangler of Yota-pong. I was chosen by the priests of Yajur in my infancy, and throughout childhood, boyhood, and youth I was trained in the art of slaying with the naked hands—for only thus are the sacrifices enacted. Yajur loves blood, and we waste not a drop from the victim’s veins. When I was a child they gave me infants to throttle; when I was a boy I strangled young girls; as a youth, women, old men, and young boys. Not until I reached my full manhood was I given a strong man to slay on the altar of Yota-pong.

“For years I offered the sacrifices to Yajur. Hundreds of necks have snapped between these fingers—” he worked them before the Cimmerian’s angry eyes. “Why I fled from Yota-pong to become Totrasmek’s servant is no concern of yours. In a moment you will be beyond curiosity. The priests of Kosala, the stranglers of Yajur, are strong beyond the belief of men. And I was stronger than any. With my hands, barbarian, I shall break your neck!”

Conan’s low laugh was merciless as the ring of steel.

“You fool!” he all but whispered. “I think you never saw a man from the West before. Did you deem yourself strong, because you were able to twist the heads off civilized folk, poor weaklings with muscles like rotten string? Hell! Break the neck of a wild Cimmerian bull before you call yourself strong. I did that, before I was a full-grown man—like this!”

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all your kvetching about Jordan Peterson, as justified as it is, just reveals that in reality you don’t really want to change and you don’t want the system to change. you talk dispargingly of sluts and the need for “neomasculinity”, but you will never stop fucking (and validating them), because in order to change something you will have to take on more suffering. You’re too camplacent in your spot, talking down on impressionable youths as some sort of a sage. You just found a good niche for writing, thats all. You don’t actually believe a word you say.

Embrace your suffering. Pick up your cross

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How many entryists from leftist troll farms are on Roosh’s forum?

I mean aside from the obvious, SamuelBRoberts et al.

EXCLUSIVE: Deep Inside A Leftist Troll Farm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HR3bfxaNDLw

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The best thing is to live in a small town – 50 thousand to 100 thousand people max.

You get the best comforts of city life — without the insanity and neurosis of big cities.

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Old Habits Die Hard Roo$h. You still over-idealize unattainable traditionalism for contrast. There is no panacea. There is no earthly paradise.
The City is a TAX FARM.
The Country is a DEBT FARM.
The factory-less, big-agra rural ghost towns now feature systematic illegal immigration with all the burned out properties selling for pennies.
The humble Baptist church is now half-transformed into the ISI Center
Girls with green hair and tattoos are found in every back-water village of the western world. They listen to Dua Lipa and subscribe to Jeffree Starr Channel on YouTube just like every other lost soul.
Muslim politicians now run major European and American cities… even as the peasant whites pay increased taxes for caravans and the useless security agencies that are supposed to prevent them.
Cities are ALL technically bankrupt.
Technology renders the city gnome redundant.
Its all quickly drawing to a close.
The Final Curtain is drawn…

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I went on worked on a guest ranch for 6 months as a wrangler in 2016. I worked harder than I’d ever worked; 6 days a week, 10 hours a day. I lived in the woods for days on end, ran tractors, built fence, learned to pack horses and rode hundreds of hours and miles on horseback. I had no cell reception and a cell phone that barely functioned anyway due to it being smashed. It was the most at peace I had been in my entire life. It helped me feel closer to my father who had passed away several years before, who was the cowboy type. It helped me build a strong work ethic and it let me sleep peacefully every night.

I recommend this type of adventure to anyone who isn’t feeling satisfied with their life in the city and who isn’t afraid of a little dirt and hard work.