Sometimes I wish I was born into an amazon tribe or I could be a Tibetan monk. I want a simple life cut off from the 21st century. There's too many rules controlling us, you can't do this, you have to do that. I hate how material the world has become, it's all about money and things we want. I'd be quite happy in the middle of the amazon in a tribe just hunting for food, not having to think or worry about all the complicated stuff in this 21st Century life.
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