Palmer was a farm boy. He was born and raised in the countryside, learning how to grow his own food, how to take care of cattle stock, how to survive without technology. He didn’t feel he was lacking anything. Mainly because he had never had it in the first place to miss it.
He loved being outside, in the fresh air and the unlimited possibilities nature could offer.
But one season, the family’s seeds all perished from a severe draught. The parents were too old to start over and they sent Palmer into town to find a solution, at least to get new seeds so they could salvage their land.
Palmer was soon lured by the town’s marvels. He was won over by the easy life, the quick money, the superficial ties. To him, it was a different world.
He soon forgot why he was there.
He was drawn into gangs and betting games. Fell into the entrapment of women who seduced him and he immediately lost his initial money and any sums he succeeded in gaining thereafter.
But there was one woman who realised he was being played. Alice approached him in order to set his mind straight.
He was mesmerised at her sight. And he tried to grope her like all the rest asked for. But she turned and slapped him instead.
It made his head spin. But at least it opened his eyes.
Palmer soon returned to his good, old self. Alice helped him find good quality seeds that would help his family revive the farm. And they returned to the countryside together.
Alice had asked him years later what it was that finally awoke him from his trance in the city. He replied it was something she told him:
“You are fighting the wrong battles. Stop looking that way; it’s not where you’re going”.