Some days, the world feels heavy. Thoughts race, worries pile up, and the mind becomes a tangled mess of questions without answers. On those days, I know I need to step outside—not to escape, but to return to something deeper, something more real. The moment I enter the forest, the noise of the world fades, replaced by the quiet murmur of rustling leaves and the rhythm of my own breath. At first, my mind resists the stillness, still clinging to the chaos I carried in. But as I slow down, as I...