In retrospect I would rather have been a farmer or a poet

We live in a completely asinine world. The logic, or rather the a-logic, of our lives as we have structured them makes rational thought all but impossible. Yet we persist because we are survivors. The question is: how shall you survive?

Farming and poetry make sense. They defy the absurdity of our existence. Sisyphys never had time for farming, but I like to think he was a poet on his way down the mountain. My grandfather never had time for poetry, but he farmed with a passion that extended to my own father in its unique way, and I hope can one day be said about me.

Farming and poetry serve simultaneously to connect us to the earth and send us soaring. Growth and imagination are the two greatest assets we have in choosing how to survive. Farming and poetry.