I hear it all the time.

“I wish things were like the good old days.”

“I wish we could go back to a simpler time, when people weren’t so divided, when food was real, when neighbours knew each other, and when life didn’t feel so toxic and crazy.”

I get it. I really do. It seems like everywhere we turn there is another thing to worry about. The news, the economy, the food supply, our health, the direction of society, and the never-ending noise coming from every corner.