Wednesday, April 23, 2025

a thoughtpost

 



    there’s something irreplaceable about being out in nature. 

    alone, just you and God, wandering and listening to the rustle of leaves and chirping of birds and twinkling of the stars. 

    we don’t get that kind of aloneness much anymore. it’s just school, work, more work, and then you go to sleep dreaming about the kind of things you wish you could experience but don’t know if you ever will. 

    i miss that kind of freedom. 

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