Sometimes I struggle. I really struggle to fight all sorts of emotions, frustrations, and urges. Hormones, stress, self-induced workload, other people, you name it and it’s probably a cause, or an effect, or I don’t know.
Either way, it helps to take myself away from society regularly and find my inner peace. I could spend ages justifying it with hippy dippy mumbo-jumbo and tell you meditation techniques and relaxation methods. I could run off to Google and wow you with Wiki-knowledge and pseudo bull-crap to make me look intellectual. None of it would be true though. None of it would explain fully the how and why.
All I know for sure is that the location is unimportant and that I need to simply be. I need a space, a piece of ground, somewhere, anywhere, which I can claim as my little sanctuary.
I can take 5 minutes or 5 hours, it really doesn’t matter. The important thing is that it is my choice and my chance to clear out the psychobabble and psychoses for a short while at least.
Today my quiet space involved a few moments with this stick. Now I just sound mental don’t I?