If Only Real Life Were Like Farmville
Imagine a perfect world where you sowed and reaped what you wanted in your patch of land, where you could have your friends as neighbours, where strangers become neighbours and then friends, where there’s a give-and-take of produce and where everyone is willing to lend a hand when you need it as well as get something when you have a good crop.
Anyone who is a Farmville addict will know what I mean. There’s a rush of adrenalin every time you open up the site and you’re looking to see which of your trees have borne fruit, which hens are ready to lay eggs, which cows are ready to be milked and which crops need to be harvested. And of course, you look up to see what ‘level’ you’re at – and whether you’re catching up with the others in your Farmville friends list. However, it’s a friendly kind of competition and you’re encouraged to go out and fertilise your friends’ crops and feed their chickens. There are incentives in all this charity – you get precious points.
When you have a bit extra to offer, it appears on the Game Feed – so your friends can take a look and decide whether they want to share some of your success at being a farmer and gain a few coins or whether to accept the flowers, calves, pink cows, whatever it is that you are distributing. You’ll find that most of them come back and do something on your farm for you – chase away the raccoons or the pesky crows, sweep up the leaves or put fertilizer on your plants.
Virtually, we all follow the rules because that’s the only way you can get ahead. We never grab from other farms, we never raid others’ spaces, we try and make our farms the best there is and share what we have left over. While we try and make as much money as we can, we never do it at others’ expense – so why can’t human beings be like that in real life too? Why can’t we look at others who are doing well and appreciate their efforts? Why can’t we share our good fortune with the rest of the world? Why can’t we learn to live by the sweat of our own brow and not depend on others? Why can’t we treat life with the joy it deserves without being solemn and negative about it? Why can’t we all be farmers at heart?