Wisdom from an 87 year old farmer in 1929
A farmer in 1929 with a brilliant distinction:
>Work is doing something that you have to do.
When you're doing something that you want to do, you like to do, that's play.
He's unsentimental. He isn’t pretending life was easier, or that the past was purer. He simply seems to have found a way of seeing effort without resentment.
And his old-world scepticism about progress is timeless: modern inventions "bother us and help us."
Every age tends to think it's living at the peak of history. Maybe wisdom is knowing that every age has its burdens, its comforts, and its illusions.
Some things change. Some things remain. The sun still rises in the east and sets in the west.