Lost in the Forest, Found in Myself

The city had weighed on me—its noise, its rush, its endless to-do lists. So, I left. No itinerary, no plan. Just me and the trees.

At first, the silence felt loud. My thoughts, tangled like overgrown vines, refused to settle. But then, the forest spoke.

The wind hummed through the leaves, the earth softened beneath my steps, and the scent of pine replaced the stale air of deadlines and expectations.

I breathed. Deeply.

The trees didn’t care about my worries. The river didn’t ask for my achievements. In the forest, I was just a being—no weight, no pressure.

Lighter. Freer.

I sat on a mossy log, closed my eyes, and let the world exist without me for a while.

For the first time in years, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.