Some of us are born for the sun. Or born for room temperature. To remain coddled and endure the inside of our homes, our dens. But there is a great desire, through nurture, to breakaway.
Some are meant for the cold. They’d be happy with a sleeping bag and a cave. Perhaps a few beverages contrasting a fire. Still, I’ve met many more.
Some are meant to travel; by plane, by train, by bus. They remain restless until they find a new desired location or perhaps can rest up in the air or in their uncomfortable seats traveling everywhere.
Some are meant to read. Their awareness flourishes from the insight of others, either scientifically or humanely, they understand concepts and structures of the human form and all that that entails.
Some are found in music. Too many on their phones. A phone with internet should be explored in the comfort of our navigation. There is far too much to soak up in a life between sunrise and sunset.
Our nature changes throughout the days, weeks, months and years. Branch out to your steady grouping.
Past the hard times are the good times. And some seasons, we look back at storms of our lives, either in the eye of it, or going through it. It’s alright to be a natural disaster. Or a steady wave.
We flock to our nature, and the world has much to offer, and you do too…
That’s nature.
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