In another region there are those that sit and stare into the fields and wonder what the next season will bring them. There are some that wish to escape and others that feel a deep obligation to stay and take are of their families. Entire worlds where there is little to contemplate for there are too many needs at hand. 

On our side of the world the fields do not need harvesting, the taps spring warm water and the ease of the world goes by. So we find our own struggles. We imagine the business at hand to be like the fields, and in a way they are. They need tending and the outcome is far from predictable, we hope the output of our work is appreciated, is taken at the market. That the things we make will be appreciated and coveted, the same way the farmer or nomad feels when he heads to the market. 

We feel all the woes and wonders of the world inside our head. To want to cry and laugh simultaneously and wonder if the field will spring the harvest. We consider leaving the village, although a bit of an obligation to stay and take care of the homestead holds us. Wherever we are we wake up and go to sleep and in between question and count the luck that comes and goes. What to do depends on many things, but will keep us up at night and keep us working on a plan out or deeper in. Depending on who we are.