I lived on kibbutzim in Israel. What an experience! It's not for everyone, though. No private property. No exclusive wages. Work was shared and people did jobs that maybe some would find demeaning. For example, I knew a national artist that also washed dishes. When I didn't quite know the language, I washed dishes and cleaned out trash bins, too. No worry about losing all your money to medical expenses; medicine is socialized! Everyone contributes and you get the best attention. Food, three meals a day and 4:00 tea as well as snacks. Time! You work and you have free time to pursue whatever is your hobby. Children live in children houses, and when they spend time with their families, it is quality time, not TV time. And lots of cultural activities: movies, holiday events, visiting artists and musicians.
People scream and cry against socialism, and the ones who cry the loudest have never experienced living this way. Rather, choosing being wage slaves, having no time for themselves or their families is seen as better somehow. Being afraid of medical costs. Having to eat poor quality food because even fresh vegetables are expensive. No time for cultural enrichment like art! Gee. Somehow the balance is just not there. The freedom is imaginary. All in the name of individualism. No one lost their individual identities on the kibbutz. But if you have so many burdens just to make it day by day, what is left?
Why did I leave? I was single. Being single with no family in this setting was too painful. Nevertheless, I hold this experience as an example of what is possible and what alternatives exist.
Writing and art are my passions!