A group of young farmers from the lowlands found themselves trying their luck in the highland farms of the Cordilleras. The elevation didn’t matter; it was about survival.
It also didn’t matter that they could potentially displace local workers as a number of farmers from the mountains, ironically, want to try their luck down in the plains, not as men who till the soil but as something else.
It’s the same cycle everywhere; the grass is always greener on the other side of here and now. The discontent might root from the need to improve lives by widening opportunities. Succeeding over such economies of discontent remains a mystery.