I think everyone has a place which is especial for him and which reminds him people, feeling and events from the apst. For me forest is such place. There is no definite word to explane my feeling when I am in a wood. It could be nostalgia, but joyous and not bitter.
The woods are not just a lot of trees that grow in the same place. It also includes animals, mostly little, that leave in it, its sounds, trills, cawing, jugging, its smells - wet grass, libing plants, needles, its tactile image - the relief of tree's rind, earth... All of this creates a complete sense of being really alive; it makes us understand that all our career, family and personal problems are not so important as we usually think they are - only the fact that we are alive and we can breath, see and sense gives us the opportunity to be happy.
If you think your life is terrible, if you are depressed - maybe it's time to get that all of that we usually consider the most important in fact doesn't matter. You can lie down on the grass and just look at the sky, realize its infinite and eternal beauty, take pleasure in being lost in the endleness.
The woods are not just a lot of trees that grow in the same place. It also includes animals, mostly little, that leave in it, its sounds, trills, cawing, jugging, its smells - wet grass, libing plants, needles, its tactile image - the relief of tree's rind, earth... All of this creates a complete sense of being really alive; it makes us understand that all our career, family and personal problems are not so important as we usually think they are - only the fact that we are alive and we can breath, see and sense gives us the opportunity to be happy.
If you think your life is terrible, if you are depressed - maybe it's time to get that all of that we usually consider the most important in fact doesn't matter. You can lie down on the grass and just look at the sky, realize its infinite and eternal beauty, take pleasure in being lost in the endleness.
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Your post reminds me of camping. I like being in the woods, too, especially when I'm camping there. I went on a great camping trip last summer to the place where the Mississippi river starts. It was great, except that a raccoon stole some of our food!
I agree, that forest is a magic place. For me the combination of bike and autumn forest is a best way to relax and clear my mind from thoughts. Also, nothing could be better than the night next to the fire in the forest.
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