Yeah.
Life was much easier when you had a king to dictate every move you made when you weren't slaving dawn to dark in a field to feed you and your family so you could stay healthy enough to live to the ripe old age of 35.
There wasn't mental illness either, but there were plenty of demons to be possessed by and wonderful ways of extracting them, including burning at the stake, drowning, and swallowing a variety of toxic substances.
And no, there weren't as many people shooting each other, but plenty of folks were cut down by swords, knives, and assorted blunt objects brandished by roving bandits in a world with practically no police force.
Somebody get me a time machine.
I wanna go back and live when life was simple.
Of course, I'd be fucked if I broke my glasses and my wife would be pretty much miserable without her Nexium. But that might not be as much of a problem since she wouldn't have anything to eat but cabbage, goat, and well water.