The only times I can remember feeling happiness are moments spent close to nature.
Blending in with natural elements around me. A lonely walk around a beautiful lake is never lonely. Stop to lay in the grass for a few hours, fall asleep on a river bank between classes as a kid. Cold swims in splendid lakes when weather shouldn’t permit it or in winter.
So far it’s all that’s made me feel good.
Is this what life is all about?