A sunlight snowscape, packed with tall trees and tourists. A small wooden bench, where I sit and think, about my life, about the reasons why I’m here, and about the reasons why someday I won’t be. Life is a long journey filled with hardships and happy times that fade to grey, wonderful eddies of emotion that swirl and dance in complex incomprehensible patterns. I don’t understand life, and I probably never will. I’m lost in an ocean, separated from all the lonely souls, feeling like the loneliest of them all. Feeling stuck yet entirely free to change it, but knowing what I’d rather be doing. I know that peace exist, I’ve felt it before, and I can feel it now in this most peaceful of places. It crawls into my bones with its calming buzz, I exhale and feel my problems float away with my breath, into the wind, never to be seen or felt again. I am one, with the infinite energy and life force of us all, I am one with the peace, I am one with the Earth, and together we can forge a worthy purpose for our overwhelming lives.