When you work with your hands, when you grow something or make something or take care of something, you're doing what humans are supposed to do. You're not just existing. You're creating. You're providing. You're part of something bigger than yourself.

In the village, we all have work. There's no shame in it. A woman who tends her garden and her animals and her home—she understands purpose in a way that people in the city sometimes don't. It's not about the money. It's about knowing that what you do matters. That you're needed. That without you, something important wouldn't get done. 🌾

Work keeps you humble. It keeps you connected to what's real. And it gives your life meaning that no amount of entertainment or distraction can replace.