I dream of settling down by the beach and mountains someday. The perfect setting. The stillness of the day. Tranquility of the music of the waves. Vastness of the color of the ocean. Predictability of beauty. Calmness of the night. Simple lifestyle.

Everything is put into place.

I want to rest with the composure of nature… away from the disarray of urbanity. The only thing that would matter is the glimpse of sunrise and sunset. The experience of the greater good becomes more authentic with nature. I will become less powerful, yet I am one with the order of nature. I want the feeling of this kind of happiness, wherein I become contented by merely looking at my surroundings. When time doesn’t become felt at all for every moment is harmony.

I wish I can live this life someday. Where no expectations would be anticipated, no greater good can be imagined, and my sense of being becomes existent.

I sometimes lose my purpose in the city. I also lose my faith with the hustle and bustle of life. I guess modernity sometimes becomes a distraction for the essence of life.

No, I don’t want to become a hermit. And this is not an act of escapism. I just want to appreciate the magnificence of life, where I will find solace with the scenery. I can swim if I want to. Rest by the hammock and read all day. Climb the mountain, catch fresh air and enjoy the scenery. It’s only with this kind of environment that I think I could find Him… when my spiritual being finally becomes realized.

Maybe we all find this solace only when we die… that there is no such experience while we’re living. I hope not.