Daily writing prompt
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Where one desires to live their life is not always a matter of on a map location,
For some ’tis actually a case of where their soul feels they most belong,
While there shall always be those whom chase perceived grandeur and opportunity,
Polar that extreme the world will always have those of us whom prefer a slower more seraphic song,
To bring balance into the human race from amongst the trees listening to natures hum,
Ultimately neither is any better than the other for if ’tis where you align to be your styles not wrong.
Thus us aligning with a slower lifestyle may find the cities daunting despite our frustrations with our chosen home’s dust,
Preferring listening to birdsongs over motors roaring as we take a moment to awaken to the day,
Brewing tea as wildlife enjoys a reprieve in the garden sprinkler transmuting like acid the outer worlds crust,
‘Fore delving into our own variant of chaos ~ ‘till we’re lucubrating deep into the night in our own way,
Tending our connection to the natural world more than the fast paced innovations civilisation tends to thrust,
Learning to rely on ourselves more than the interesting array of things others enjoy amongst their foray.
Though there is times when life in the bush can throw a frustrating challenge to jolt one from the bliss,
Like when one needs a basic something and despite online availability the delivery options are a miss,
Hence one having to creatively find an alternative ‘till fate casts you next into civilisations midst,
Involving a road trip that is always an epic adventure and endurance challenge with many a twist,
Near always having one the whole trip home pondering anything forgotten from your carefully curated but misplaced list,
As there is almost always something that’s usually important to be metaphorically goodbye kissed.
Yet when the wheels once again pick up dust and there’s trees lining the road as far as one can see,
One finds themselves a little lighter as their confidence bolsters closer to returning to their comfort zone,
Though phones may have little to no service you can feel the energetic shift from dense to increasingly wild and free,
Whilst even your vehicle seems to rejoice being back on the dirt akin the bitumens constant monotone,
Making it clear the bush is where one is personally better suited to be living rather than the chaos of a city,
Hidden away as much as you desire in your personal querencia amongst natures seldom ventured undertone.
Therefore when one finds themselves actually feeling from physical to core that they’re truely home,
The location is not what matters ~ for it can be any location where one fully aligns thus thrives,
Irrespective how little or often one feels the need to pack themselves and the kids in the car to roam,
As adventures bringing challenges and variety add a necessary zing to break up ones mundane,
And remind one why they love where they choose to live through refreshing ones perspective’s loam,
So they can continue moulding their lifestyle to they’re design ~ balanced in alignment with where they in this moment belong.
The Poetic Life 2.0 