I went into the woods for a solo walk.
The morning sun was finally shining after pouring rain.
Strips of cloud drifted across the azure sky.
Nature around me freshened up and the tall trees welcomed me with arms wide open.

The moss greened beneath my feet ‐ soft and lush.
How beautifully the ferns curled as if to conceal something precious.
Grasses glistened with tiny droplets of water.

The breeze - mild and gentle.

I spotted a woodpecker drilling a tree trunk. Oblivious of my existence.
A snail crossed my path, at its own pace.
A flowering plant gave me showers of blessing as I passed underneath it.

The still lake soaked in sunlight, so did I...

Everything was in harmony,
unhurried -
a soothing presence.

The calmness, the coolness of the surrounding seeped into me
and made me realise -
the true meaning of life.

I felt alive again.

The point…
What is it you might ask? Idk and
that there really is the problem we aim to solve.
But no one knows what the true point of it all is.


Why are we here?
Why do we really feel the desire to fulfill something that we may never really know or understand?
Still I wonder, what happens when “it’s” fulfilled?
Do they clap, throw roses, give you cookie, or just wait around for the next existential crisis to arise?
When we reach what we have been aiming for all this time; that fulfillment that’s individualized to each and every one of us, the end however it’s always the same…
we die.
So what was really the point then?