Returning to Yourself

In a city that never paused, she lived between alarms and deadlines. Days blurred.

Silence disappeared. One ordinary meeting, her eyes grew heavy and the noise faded. She stood in a glowing

forest, where the air felt kind, and nothing was in a hurry.

A rabbit rushed past, whispering about time. She smiled.

Here, time waited. For a moment, she breathed. She felt alive.

Then she asked, “How do I go back?” A voice replied, “Home isn’t a place. It’s where you find

yourself.” She opened her eyes— back in the meeting room. Same world.

New calm. Moral of the story: You don’t escape life to find peace. You return to yourself.”