The Hectic World
Written by: Unenkulkija
Hectic World—A Momentary World!
For a moment I thought I existed, until the sound of traffic drowned even that thought. I find myself standing in the centre of town, with cars, people and animals swarming around me in chaos that nevertheless seems, in some strange way, to hold together. I stop for a moment to ask who I am and where I came from. If that is even possible in the modern world.
Sometimes I want to shout, “Stop! No more! No news, no people, no cars, no destinies, no great feelings and certainly no great disasters!” But who would listen? The modern world is a vast muddle spinning about its axis at tremendous speed, with no head or tail that I can find.
Do you know where I would like to go? Lapland. Yes. For the rest of my life. Somewhere deep in the forests, with the nearest settlement hundreds of kilometres away, where nobody would bother me, need me or ask what I thought of this meeting or that issue. Sometimes I manage something like it even without going to Lapland. I walk through woods, stand outside under the moon in the utter silence of night, or let myself sink into a dreamlike state amidst all the turmoil and wander through my thoughts alone.
My dream home would be a manor house of several storeys in the middle of a deciduous forest, where not a soul would ever wander. I would draw water from a well, hunt hares in the woods and gather my own berries and food. I would be close to nature. Nature in all its beauty has always mattered deeply to me, and certain things above all: moonlight, stars, mist, silence … and the sound of wind in the trees.
Sometimes it feels as though not the slightest trace of such beauty and peace can be found in this hectic world. But perhaps one day, when I realise that hurry, duties, work, business, school and people are not quite so important, I will dare to take that step and find the manor—or at least a log cabin—somewhere in the forest, where no human soul wanders and city lights never glow against the night sky.
Darkness. Complete darkness, with only the stars above. Sometimes that is what I long for.
Well. Perhaps every one of us who wanders through nature after hearing the call will one day find that final home, that final place to sit, to lie on our back beneath a summer night sky and breathe out deeply. Then we can be one with nature.
Perhaps one day.
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