Enjoying the Wind.

Why do I enjoy contemplating the wind?

Nowadays, most people live in big cities, and these cities are well known to be full of buildings, different people, cars, pets, buses, trains, kids, lights, and traffic, all of which cause lots and lots of noise.

I am a simple, little, and peaceful creature standing in the middle of all this chaos, seeking some calm and silence. I am busy, I have lots of responsibilities, I am pressured, I am almost going to fall apart, you just cannot see it, and I have no time to meet and stay with myself.

When I lay in bed at night, I try to enjoy the few seconds of loneliness I get before I fall asleep due to my fatigue. I do not think I truly enjoyed them; I spent all of them worrying about tomorrow too.

Today is a rest day; you can also call it a holy day. I am finally breathing, but are two days of rest enough to recover from all of this? I do not know the answer; I wish I knew the answer.

This time I refuse to stay at home. I also do not want to meet with other people outside. You can call me weird. I like the word "weird." It also means different, right?

So I decided to take a long ride and go to the nearest mountain. After a few hours in my car, I finally arrived. When I opened the door and went outside, I realized something. I realized I could only listen to silence. It was a beautiful, peaceful silence that my soul needed so much, but it was not enough to make her feel good. 

I climbed a little bit and entered a forest, where I sat on the ground and rested. Now, I could feel it; my fingers felt it too; it was the wind. Is it not mysterious how we can feel the wind without seeing it? It was cold, but I loved how my body was feeling. So I just stayed there for hours, contemplating the wind and how it was moving the trees. I stayed there and let my soul rest and heal in silence.