Honestly it probably was a far more meaningful and fun life. Terrifying too, but super meaningful. The environment your brain evolved for. No old age horseshit, just a painful moment of death followed by your family mourning you. But no pictures or nothing, and everyone's tripping on shrooms so you're still there in spirit form. I'm joking as a reflex but I'm serious here. It was probably a better life overall. Seeing a worm and thinking of it as food, having no problem eating that little bastard because your stomach's gnawing at ya. That's life boy. Just raw dogging for all the jungle to see why the hell not. It's prehistory baby. Anything goes.