All these years driving to work, and admiring nature, I’ve often wondered about all the other people in their cars. Where are they all going and why? It hit me. We have no choice. There’s no such thing as freedom. We are all slaves. Slaves to our career. Slaves to our mortgage. Slaves to our car payments. Slaves to our desires.

Nature is just so amazing. I wish I could just stop the car and go walk in the fields whenever I spontaneously feel like it. Spend the day lying on the grass listening to birds and getting warmed up by the sun.