Stop! Look around. Are you running? Where are you going? Do you even know?
Have you heard the deafening silence of the forest? The sound of the stream flowing comfortably down the riverbed? Have you stood at the top of a mountain, and felt your insignificance against the vastness of the earth?
Do you find pleasure in small things? A little siesta after lunch? The faint taste of pine in your cup of tea? A kind gesture from a stranger? A horse walking gracefully through the fields?
Have you been alone? Alone enough where you can scream and no one can hear you? Disconnected from cell phones and blackberrys and internet and boys and work and school? Forced to be faced with your own thoughts?
Have you ever created something? Started from nothing and ended with pride and self-confidence? Done something you never thought you could do?
La vie est belle, non?