battle between wanting to live a normal life of work, friends, family and rest against one of solitude, quiet, and the woods. I know which is probably more rewarding and which I'll likely lead. But the other still pulls at me.
Some nights my bed feels like a prison. The walls feel like monsters holding me hostage. All I can think about those night is how amazingly I'd feel if I were sleeping on the ground outside.
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