That Fucking Kid In Ulan Bator

Right now there is this fuckin kid in Ulan Bator (that's the capital of Mongolia for all those who didn't know...which is likely all of you) who doesn't know how to read or write. He doesn't know because he is a farmer's son, and he has no use for it. Likewise, he hasn't a penny in his pocket, because he has no use for it. Regardless, he's a decent person, as were his parents before him and he learns by talking to family and friends, studying the stars, and daydreaming over the landscape of his farm which has no barriers, neighbors or civilization in sight for miles.

He's about 25 years old and already married with three children: 2 boys, 1 girl. His wife is a hot little piece who is completely dedicated to him because: 1) She doesn't know that other bachelors exist. and 2) She has grown to love him unconditionally because their culture knows nothing but kindness towards one another. The two of them are completely untainted by society and know very few emotions outside of kindness, laughter, and love.

Everyday they go through the same routine, but it never gets boring, because they don't know the meaning of the word, "boring," as they're just happy to be alive, and living for every moment. Their day consists of harvesting crops, renovating their home, playing with the children, having sex, and snuggling together under a bunch of heavy blankets, because it gets cold in Mongolia. Most importantly though, they know of pain only in its most primitive definition. Mental anguish is practically non-existent, except during a poor harvest. Life is perfect, the love is ideal, and family is eternal.

They don't have a dime to their name, yet I guarantee they are ten times happier than all of us. (That means you, who is reading this right now, at this very moment)

Also, if there were a nuclear war, this guy and his family are probably the safest people on the planet. What's the point of bombing Mongolia for Christ's sake?