RE: How to Fail at Farming: Life of a Foot Hills Nomad

I really enjoyed reading your post, I read it while on an overnight train from Varanassi to Dehli and it accompanied me to sleep.

It takes more strenght I think to follow the natural orginal feeling of not perpetuating hatred than it takes to answer with the same models you have been brought to in life. I had a very cosy happy childhood and I try my best to bring safety in the hearts of the ones who need it, and I can't thank life enough for having been so blessed.

Things sometimes get tougher but I think it is essential to share the love I have been spoilt with. I am so impressed by the ones who have been less blessed than me and still find this energy inside them. Chosing love over fear is the most courageous act of all.