A problem of collective action: there is a trail in the forest, used by villagers who go out on market day to sell their products and buy supplies. This trail needs maintenance, plants grow quickly, and very often fallen trees block the way. So, when you are carrying a heavy load, got into your stride, it is great to find that somebody has cleared the way, while it is quite undesirable to have to do it yourself.As I think all this, walking out of the forest with my relatively light backpack, I snap a twig that is conveniently in the way, and keep walking, guilt subdued, my shallow feeling of self-worth restored.
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