Son, hear me out.

It's 2025 already, leatn from me at least this:

For real, think about it. Every time there’s some news story about a grandma who just turned 127, still rides a scooter, and casually crushes parkour in her free time, she’s always living in some tiny little village out in the middle of nowhere. Like, it’s never New York City or Tokyo or something. Nope, always some small, quiet town where life’s basically on airplane mode.

And you know what? That’s gotta be the secret. Small towns, fewer people. Fewer people = fewer things—and fewer idiots—to stress you out. Let’s be real, in a big city, something’s always testing your patience. Someone blocks the sidewalk, some driver honks at you for no reason, or your upstairs neighbor decides to start drilling into their walls at 7 a.m. on a Saturday.

But in a little village? Chill vibes only. Worst-case scenario, someone gossips about you at the local grocery store, but that’s it. And the best part? Space. Like, actual space. You can sit outside, sip your coffee, and watch the trees sway without your phone blowing up every five seconds. Even the neighborhood dogs bark less—probably ‘cause they’re not stressed out either.

So yeah, the math is simple: smaller towns = less stress. Less stress = longer life. Moral of the story? If you wanna hit 127 and still be out here scootin’ around and living your best life, maybe it’s time to move somewhere where the loudest sound is, like, the wind.