"The world is changing fast. Every day, more people leave villages for cities. Tall buildings are rising. Roads are busier. City life is moving faster than ever. But even after seeing city life closely, my heart still loves village life."
THE VILLAGER VOICE
This topic: Why do I love village life over city life? has always left me many times with unanswerable questions about many unknown things which can not be explained right now. But I am still feeling excited to tell about the excitement in village life.
The world is changing fast. Every day, more people leave villages for cities. Tall buildings are rising. Roads are busier. Life is moving faster than ever.
But even after seeing city life closely, my heart still loves the village.
Hello. My name is Aamir Bashir. I live in Bhurchh Basoha, a peaceful village near Kharian in District Gujrat, Pakistan.
I also work in the city. So I understand both worlds.
I have seen the comfort and opportunities of city life. But I have also seen the stress, noise, and loneliness that come with it.
That is why, no matter where I go, my soul always stays in the village.
What I See in the City:
The city is not bad. It gives jobs. It gives education. It gives a living. But it also takes something.
🚦 Traffic that never ends
📱 People who don't look at each other
🏢 Pressure to earn more, be more, do more
I feel it every day. My shoulders feel tight. My mind feels crowded.
There is no space to breathe.
And I know — I am not alone. Millions of people feel the same way.
👉 Read my first blog: Welcome to The Villager Voice
What I Feel in My Village and Why I Love Village Life Over City Life: More points :
Then I think of my village.
🌾 The calm fields
🐦 The sound of birds in the morning
☕ Elders sitting together, drinking chai, sharing stories
🌅 The slow, peaceful sunset
In the village, people still know each other. If someone is sick, people visit. If someone is sad, neighbours sit beside them.
These small things are becoming rare in cities. But in villages, they are still alive.
When I am in my village, my shoulders relax. My mind becomes quiet. I can hear myself think.
That feeling cannot be bought.
City Life vs Village Life — The Truth
| City Life | Village Life |
| Gives money | Gives peace |
| Gives career | Gives calm |
| Fast but stressful | Slow but meaningful |
| Comfort on the outside | Peace on the inside |


I am not saying one is completely better than the other.
I need the city. My work is there. My responsibilities are there.
But my soul belongs to the village.
Why Village Life is Not a Compromise
Some people think village life means backwardness. Fewer facilities. Fewer opportunities. A smaller life.
I used to think that too.
Until I realised simple living is not about having less.
It is choosing what truly matters.
✅ Peace matters more than noise
✅ Time matters more than money
✅ Human connection matters more than luxury
I did not settle for village life. I chose it.
And I love it every single day.
How Village Life Inspires My Poetry
Most of my poetry comes from village life.
The fields. The old roads. The sunsets. The tea gatherings. The conversations with elders.
These moments inspire me deeply.
Village life is full of stories. You only need a heart that can feel them.
That is why I started The Villager Voice — to share the beauty of real rural life with the world.
So this was a Brief expression of my today's blog, why I love village life over city life
Final Thoughts
I respect city life. It provides jobs, education, hospitals, and opportunities.
But for me, peace matters more than speed.
The village gives me something the city never could: inner calm.
When I walk through the fields of Bhurchh Basoha or sit quietly during sunset, I feel connected to my roots, my memories, and myself.
Life is short. Too short to spend it stressed and rushing.
If you have a village, go back. Even if just in your thoughts.
You might find what you have been looking for.
💬 What about you? Do you love village life or city life more?
Leave a comment. I read every single one.
Welcome to The Villager Voice.
— Aamir Bashir
Bhurchh Basoha, Kharian, Gujrat, Pakistan





