Cosmopolitan Exodus

When I think about why I do the things I do—my course, my hobbies, my travels, my future perspective—I realize the extent to which what I do for my own inner contemplation and what I do for external sharing to be accepted as a recipe for happiness are unbalanced. I discovered that the scale is quite skewed towards the latter; thus, my life is filled with actions that, without external perceptions, make no sense. In essence, I contemplate the colors of the field little because they give me pleasure and harmony, and I pursue too many vain (or perhaps not) ambitions of recipes accepted as good for a “good” life.

The tendency for people to converge more and more in their daily lives leads to a homogenization of our beliefs and goals, especially regarding our concept of an ultimate goal. And I say ultimate because I don't take this as “happiness,” “love,” or anything similar within modern culture. Nowadays, we are easily influenced by the homogenization of perception. My concept of happiness is strongly influenced by the repetitive “happier” portrayals in Western soap operas, by the constant consumption of these in an alienating manner.

After all, how much time do we dedicate to our own perception of the world? How much could we use to shape our ultimate goal in a personal way? Perhaps this would create no bridges for sharing, and we would live conditioned by isolation (contrary to our species). But my goal is not to delve so deep; rather, it is to look back 200 years, before the Industrial Revolution, before the rural exodus. Life was lived with more tranquility, more timelessness, a more authentic experience of the natural. However, with less information, less confrontation, less curiosity. In my view, a middle ground can be achieved, where a return to the field brings back to humanity a meaning as a natural being. Putting an end to this logical game between progress, technology, and homogenization where we alienate ourselves. I know it is naive to think that society is unfair for demanding so much from us, but this is the natural law of its evolution. Nothing happens for good or ill, but it happens because it must. I only foresee this “metropolitan exodus” as a future trend to prevent progress from turning into mental regression.