I really emapthise with Stan Grant in this piece. I have been feeling similar things myself, and I strongly believe that if I was indigenous and had a traditional family land l would be going back there too.

As it stands I am a city raised person who has experienced living in various country places. I’m living in a city right now, earning good money, but dreaming of moving back to the country to a quiet life.

I was also raised in the Catholic tradition, have been athiest for a long long time but really missing the sense of community that came from the church/school community when I was young.

I feel so pointless as a human. The money I earn doesn’t seem as important as what I could be doing for my family. The work that I do doesn’t seem relevant amidst the insanity of the world. I thought a great career would give me self worth but it just feels made up…

…like every other aspect of adult life. It’s just all made up. Nothing means anything.

I’m lucky I have kids and pets to anchor me in the day to day. But that just reinforces my desire to move to a quiet country town, maybe have another child, maybe get some goats and grow some vegetables.