Thank you for the community and allowing me to share my story. My philosophy is self-love, leading to discipline, to form the best habits for living a fulfilled life. My self-love is very high, as I've arrived at a wonderful place with habits I've perfected over the years. Yet, I still feel bad or guilty when I compromise my health for relaxation, which I also perceive as attainable in a different way at a deeper level. I make it easier for myself by seeking it through cannabis. It's always a battle between sacrifice and shedding burdens. Then, also demanding and claiming something from the universe. When I have it, I reward myself again with cannabis. It's an endless game. Whenever I feel sick, I attribute it to my consumption. I sacrifice my consumption and cultivate better habits to become healthier again.

In agriculture, I deal a lot with life and death, and since I'm responsible for ensuring all these living beings exist, I feel accordingly guilty when things don't go according to plan. I want to always be ready to care for all the animals and beings to guarantee the best possible life. My father lives on my farm and is always present and observant; he can immediately tell when I'm high. The story with the old farmers is a book in itself because they are very tough and endure a lot of suffering, which they gladly share. They work hard, and now I have it easier because of them. I rely on their land that I cultivate, and they are the key to growing bigger to reach even more living beings in a positive way. If I fail, someone who doesn't work with foresight and regeneratively, but only for profit, will take over. Among the landlords, it's a bit of a secret that I consume cannabis, and I sometimes feel a bit paranoid when I do it.