One Moment of Quiet Solitude

The chaos of our society, its dogma’s and its pressure—it gets to me. And it gets to most of us. It puts such stress on our minds. There is no more room to breathe, to unwind. There is only strife. For if you aren’t constantly hunting for more—more success, more status—scrutinizing eyes gaze at you in disbelief, judgment falling upon you as strange, singular or outcast. But the truth remains: all these synthetic constructs of society are not who we are. These obligations that are imposed upon us by societal pressure—this obsession with time, the focus on being more and better, instead of being as true to yourself as you can be—it’s not what we were meant to be. Always rushing from here to there. No calm, no repose. It kills us.

We are, at our core, a beast. A part of nature. The very nature we have betrayed and which we fight against.

And thus, this piece is a tribute to stillness, to balance. A defiance against the weight of our age. A reminder that in nature, one of the last true sources of magic remains—and that it may be among the greatest remedies for the maladies of our time.