Policemen are people of dangerous profession. Every day of their professional life is a day that brings danger and it may be the day when a person is hurt or shot or something. Well, you know that whole bandit and criminals stuff these people see every day. Though, such a characteristic may not be common for all policemen and this characteristic is not typical for those cops in the village. There is actually no danger in their job and nothing happens there. There are people who know each other well and there is no such a guy who would hurt another. The only danger for people in the village is those freshers that come to live there. They are the only people that can be dangerous. But, soon it appears they are the same people with those common village livers and they may cause no harm. That is why village police never face troubles and there is no danger in their work and in their profession. Some people say it is a boring job but I say let them work the way they do, I guess it is great if people have no one to kill and no one to arrest.
Why do we associate excessive happiness with the village that has lost an idiot? The villages that we have constructed, which look a lot more like town and cities these days, are not devoid of happiness. We tend to sever our happiness from others, as though the concept of village living is one of yesterday and should be replaced with isolated and unhappy lifestyles. We watch the perpetual grin on someone’s face and we become confused about their intelligence. Does happiness really equal stupidity? Perhaps it is just a function of fear. We fear being cast out of our contemporary villages, being pegged as different, when we don’t conform to the standards that we believe are real. However, it is interesting that we bring these theories into our homes and out of the modern village. With home ownership and leases, the rest of the neighborhood has lost the ability to cast us out, yet we can feel the eyes of those who believe we are too wealthy or too happy, and we can feel their desire to return the lost idiot to the appropriate village.
Nevertheless, chasing happiness seems to be a common goal. Imagine what would happen if all the cities and towns started to congregate in much of the same way the original villages did, looking out for each other and fostering a sense of community and happiness rather than scolding it with searing eyes. When we embrace the idea of village living, we start to touch our neighbors in a new way, and somehow the miracle of happy living doesn’t seem quite so far away.
