The Nest

This was made in the aftermath of burning out... of being used up and spat out by a world that measures worth in hours billed and titles earned. I had given everything and more to a place that no longer existed by the time I left. Friendly relations became competition, care for others became a liability. I learned, the hard way, that I was just another tool in someone else's climb to the top.

So I turned to nature. Not as escape, but as return. In the quiet surroundings of the forest, I remembered where our core/soul comes from. I remembered that contracts, org charts, ... where artificial measures of success. Real life is about connections, friendships, family, experiences, love, health, ... That's why the nest doens't ask what you've accomplished. It doesn't care if you're broken. It only offers rest. Breathe.

This is for anyone who's ever felt like a rat in a race. Anyone who's stood in the wreckage of their own exhaustion and wondered if there's still a place for them in this world. There is. It's here in the stillness, where the weight of what's been taken can finally be set down.

May you find your own nest. May you remember that you are more than what society has made you.