Take me far away, where I find myself astray, and in that confusion, I relieve all delusion.

I find myself wanting to run. Settling into my new apartment, it just seems to be a place where I am trapped once more. I want to go far away; I want to be true. Downsize, my thoughts say. Live small, live with full effort, and live free. This society, can I be a part of it while being free? Where will I find my freedom? Can I find it in my soul, in the people around me, or in a new environment?

Laying in the middle of a meadow, lush and green with trees comfortable to sit under and branches made to lay on. There is a stream of running water and an orchard in the distance. The temperature varies, but only a little. When it’s cold and rainy, I have blankets and shelter. When it’s sunny and hot, I can sit in the shade or lay naked to sunbathe. Various plants grow and I can pick grapes from the vine or dig up carrots to munch on. I stay refreshed with the water from the spring. As I lay here, I think about the roads I could travel, the people I could meet, and the dangers I could overcome. I love it here, my home with the quietude of nature and freedom. Though, there must be more out there. I prepare myself with a dagger and a spear, layers of clothing for the changing weather, a supply of nuts and vegetables, a water purifying bottle, and sturdy shoes. I am prepared for war and adventure.