Our generation is often labeled the generation of “instant gratification.” We are obsessed with immediate results with technology, our bodies, or our food. If it is not immediate it is not worth waiting for. This is, in my opinion, the cause of many a problem in today’s world, and an obvious example is our food system.
We, as a population, are willing to abuse animals so that they can be “grown” more quickly and efficiently, willing to pollute our water, soil, and air from pesticides and mismanagement of animal waste, and fill our bodies with thousands of forms of one plant, just so that we can have our meal “to-go.”
When I learned of these atrocities of our modern industrial food system and more, I became strangely drawn to the idea of having my own farm, an organic subsistence farm that would eradicate my reliance on the supermarket. I felt the urge to distance myself from this instant gratification, and learn the true pleasures of the slow life. I believe there’s a reason that so many are drawn to this bucolic lifestyle, and I wonder if it isn’t because the fast-paced lifestyle we lead is as unnatural as a chicken nugget.
You cannot be obsessed with instant gratification on a farm. You must till the land over the course of hours, plant at just the right time, and wait. Several months later, when the lush sprouts appear, you wait longer for them to grow to fruition. You then must spend hours, maybe days, harvesting plants, and then spend an equally grueling amount of energy processing and preparing them. It is not FarmVille. But even if it is a hard life, it is just as satisfying to know where your food came from, and to enjoy the pleasures of your hard labor.
If everyone knew this feeling, this would be a step in the right direction for not only society, but also the environment. If we were not so obsessed with fast food, we wouldn’t have mountains of corn killing our earth, and McDonald’s wouldn’t be the lord of our economy. If we were willing to work a little harder to make dinner, we would buy fresh meat of happy animals from our local sustainable farms, and make that a lucrative enough business that more would surface. Maybe this is just a distorted dream, but life would be better. As Wendell Berry mentions, this is a hard life. But if it is anything like his writing, I’m in.