Sometimes....

I really feel I was born in the wrong era.
I think I would fit in better during the early days, the hunter-gather days. A time when there wasn't all the drama, all seperation and divide over trivial things. Days when survival meant working your *** off, where bonding with others meant really something. Days where the world was a mystery. Days where the earth was still beautiful and living.
I long for the first time machine to be built, first chance I get I'm heading back to those days and giving this world the finger.