Look at this… just look at it. Miles and miles of green, rolling out like a carpet… untouched, unbothered. No deadlines out here, no meetings, no endless emails… just hills, trees, and the sky. God, I needed this.
All week it’s been noise—phones ringing, people shouting, everyone wanting something, needing something. It’s like drowning in a sea of demands, isn’t it? But here… here, it’s just silence, a silence that’s louder than anything back there.
And that… that mountain over there. Stands tall, doesn’t it? Been there for centuries, probably. Doesn’t care about targets or quotas. It just is. I wish I could be more like that… just stand firm, unshaken, while everything around me spins out of control. But I’m not a mountain, am I? I’m just a bloke trying to keep his head above water.
The air… it’s different up here, cleaner, clearer. It’s like it washes away all the rubbish, all the clutter in my head. I can actually think, see things for what they are. All those problems at work… they seemed so big, so bloody important. But out here… they’re nothing, really. Just dust in the wind.
This little thing… it’s probably been lying here for ages, unnoticed. And yet it’s more at peace than I’ve been in years. Maybe that’s the secret, eh? Just… be still, let the world rush by, and know that, in the grand scheme of things, it’s all just temporary.
I’ve spent so much time worrying, stressing… but out here, it’s different. It’s like the hills are whispering, telling me to let go, to just breathe, just be.
Funny thing is, while I’m here trying to find some peace, there’s a heavy weight I can’t shake. It’s not just the stress of work or the noise—it’s something deeper, something I wish I could undo. It’s in my… in my head, almost hesitating, like a shadow I can’t escape. I’m trying to escape the mess I made, hoping this calm can cover up the regret that’s gnawing at me.
Because while I’m out here soaking up the calm, someone else is… not. And no amount of fresh air can clear the weight of what I’ve done. But maybe, just maybe, if I can fool myself into thinking this place is enough, I might find a way to live with it.