So I’ve come to a very simple conclusion. So simple, in fact, that I’m ashamed of not having realized it sooner.
Life is an unpredictable journey: fascinating, wonderful and completely perplexing. But regardless of the details, emotions and impressions made, we will all return to the Earth as beings made of flesh and blood.
There is a very simple idea that seems to get buried under the pressures of modern living. I think that if we all could spend more time immersed in nature, surrounded by the dirt and the trees, many of the worries we have bred into existence would dissolve. Insignificant details in a much larger diagram.
If we could spend an entire day under the clouds and the sun, without words, simply reflecting on what it means to actually live, I think that we would all emerge as stronger, happier individuals.
I cannot speak for others but I can say, with absolute certainty, that I am happiest when I’ve spent the day in the garden or at a park or a beach, gobbling up whole foods with a good book in my lap. Even if I can’t spend an entire day in this manner, I would at least hope to catch golden hour, when the sun is close to setting and the world is luminous.
Have a happy week and thanks for reading :)