Dear Diary, I’m reading Walden again.
I don’t want to live this complicated world. I am not sure if I am grateful for every single thing I am given instead of living this complicated society. Unfortunately, it’s almost impossible to live in a wood alone without mentor to teach me how to read weather how to make crops, how to make fablic, and how to hunt animals and appreciate their skin and lives to protect myself. Human are losing our very basic knowledge to protect our lives. Now it’s easier to learn python alone than turn cotton balls into something wearable without any oil. There’s almost no way. I’m like a sprout grown up without enough sun light. If I were in 17c or something, I wouldn’t live this long. Thank you complicated world.