I wonder if life was easier in the Middle Ages, when life expectancy was probably half as much as it is now, if not less, and all you had to do was whatever the lords or rulers over you told you to do.
You didn’t have to worry about falling in love or finding that “right person to settle down with”, because if you were a girl and had a dowry to get married, then your parents would just choose your husband for you, and you could blame them if things turned out wrong.
You didn’t have to worry about where you were going to live, because depending on the so-called middle ages I’m talking about, you were probably basically a serf, owned by a landlord, and had no choice of where to live or where to go. You were simply given your little hut on the property and expected to stay there, and there wasn’t anywhere for you to go anyway, or any way for you to get away.
You didn’t have to worry about your career or what you were going to do with your life, because like your parents before you and their parents before them, you were enslaved to your rulers and set to doing whatever they told you to. You would toil in fields every hour of just about every day, excluding Sundays…probably, and your only pay would be some supply of grain for bread and the promise of a hut to sleep in.
Of course…that’s just the peasants. But I figure if I was in the Middle Ages, chances are that’s what I and around ninety percent of people would be, so I covered that. Otherwise I guess you’d be in the ruling class, and then you might actually have to decide things for your life, and that would probably suck. Knowing that the fates of thousands of people depended on your every whim, and that by the flick of your hand you could take down an entire town. Possibly not. I don’t know who this fictional nobleman I’m talking about is, but nobles could probably make lives for a lot of peasants horrible.
Anyhow, that’s just my reflection on peasant life in the Middle Ages, and how rosy their life of drudgery was.
Thanks for reading – writingcatherine