ADHARI
”That’s nature, babe.”
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Haven’t you ever grown tired of the civilized life? All the hustle and bustle, doing thankless work eight-plus hours a day to put food on the table that you probably rented out from some bigwig? Your whole life’s controlled, and your only respite comes when you’re old and knackered, and much too weak to enjoy much of anything. Wouldn’t it be oh so sweet to go into the wilderness, live off the fat of the land, with nobody to rule you but yourself?
In case my sarcasm wasn’t pointed enough, this is a BAD IDEA. Take it from the Wild Child herself.
First off: where the hell are you going to find a patch of living land in this world? Sure, natural parks are great and all for the quote-unquote “natural experience”, but if you remember, they are saved from “human exploitation”, and I’ll assume that whoever’s getting this message is a human. (If you happen to not be, good for you, but you’re not out of the pot yet.) That means all of that take-only-pictures-leave-only-footprints deal, and good luck surviving off of pictures. Any other plot of land’s going to be taken over by some big company or another, and you’ll get swung off of that one pretty quick. If you buy some land yourself, good for you—you’re rich and don’t need to escape life, because you’re living the height of it.
Alright, you’ve managed to find yourself some land that you hopefully won’t get kicked out of. (Can’t say the same for myself, I’m currently being housed at a zoo.) Now, you better know what’s stuff’s food, what’s poison, and what’s just generally not a good idea to eat. Read a book, you say? Nope! That’s human invention. Have your parents pass it down to you from herital knowledge, or you better be a fast learner because you’ll have to figure it all out on trial and error. Is that plant poisonous? Well, you won’t happen to know until you eat it! (Exceptionally false grin should go here.) As for water, you’ll just have to pick a clear stream and hope it’s not infected by any diseases. Also remember that fish poop in there.
You’ve got land, enough food to keep you alive for the time being, and you haven’t keeled over or chickened out yet. Now you need a place to live. Drop your ideas of fancy mansions with secret passageways, because you’ll be happy to have rooms to move around in your shelter. No comfortable pillows unless you manage to kill a sheep or something; you’ll have to sleep on the dirt, or maybe some leaves if you’re lucky. Will it be flammable? Almost certain, unless you manage to find a cave that’s not and will not be occupied by a bear.
With your land, food, and shelter, you’re alive—for the time being. Food runs out, shelter can get destroyed, and the ever-present threat of civilization is always encroaching. But, as you’ll be living, getting drop-kicked back into a normal life will be the best thing that can happen to you. Break a leg? Death. Common cold? Death, likely. Realizing your cave home was actually a bear’s home? Death, and I’ll be laughing at you.
At least, civilization comes with all of the small comforts that make life survivable. Drop them all at once, and you’ll be stuck scraping at its locked door.