yes, I'm radicalized. I don't care about your economic standards, anymore. I will be here and build the local community and the family life you once destroyed, bit by bit. I don't feel like using the privileges I have, that tranquilized everyone, and made them wear blinders. Yes, it sucks, to reject the fancy. But nothing on this planet will beat the feeling I had, when my grandmother started blooming again the moment she realized, she is not alone with her health problems. And that I feel so whole when doing work directly for friends and family, instead of, for the paycheck. When I see people handing out fresh local strawberries for a given service. When family is coming together in the evening, and nobody feels like a stranger, even if you are a stranger.
It won't make a big difference for the world, but for the people I'm eye to eye with.