If only there was an island somewhere ...
Who hasn't thought that at one time or another? A quiet, remote place, far from the mindless bustle and endless cares of the world, where you can grow your own food, build your own house, be on friendly terms with neighbors who are no more ambitious than you are and who share everything they have with you, knowing you'll share everything you have with them. Progress? What for? Economic growth? No thanks!
Dreams of escaping civilization are as old as civilization. Mostly they come to nothing. Civilization has an iron will; it doesn't take no for an answer; it's here to stay; laggards, beware! If the education system doesn't pound you into shape, reality has other taskmasters: parents, economic necessity, the sting of friends rising while you stagnate, etc.