Run from this city

When the comfort zone becomes a zone of discomfort, when you forget how it is to be happy, when there is only grayness around - run. Run from this city, from these low clouds and high walls, from these meaningless piles of words, from values ​​and people who lost their meaning long ago.

Run, if not for long, then at least far away from your usual surroundings, from advertising and breaking news, from a flickering screen, spitting with messages, from everything that makes your “I” old, from what prevents you from breathing.

Run to some place where silence is interrupted by the sound of water and leaves,  a song of wind in wild stones, falling stars over the desert, a whisper of the ocean around the lost island, which is not indicated on Google Maps.

Run until you find a place where you wake up with the first ray of sun, where the phone and the usual coordinate system do not work. Run until you find a real fire instead of an electric fireplace and living people instead of avatars of the messenger.

Run to the place where instead of KPI and quarterly reports you'll think what to catch for dinner today and how to do it. Run to the place where all the muscles will ache from the loads and the eyes will ache from the surrounding beauty. There you remember the meaning of the word "real": real hunger, real fear, real victories.

There instead of 5 star hotels you will find a hotel "1000 stars". Yes, folding, with an awning and an anti-mosquito net :). There you will find out and discover real yourself - strong, smart, courageous, crazy-crazy.

And let the price be high - you pay for your open sky, for newfound wings of self-confidence and meaningfulness of your life,  for returning from here quite other person.