Embrace the Child Within : it's time to breathe.
Yesterday, I found myself running away from the weight of my responsibilities, wandering through a deserted forest, trying to escape—if only for a day. I wanted to live a life where no burden pressed upon my shoulders, where no one's expectations weighed me down. Just one day of pure freedom, where I could breathe without the suffocating grip of responsibilities. As I walked deeper into the silence of the woods, I noticed a man in the distance. His head hung low, shoulders slumped under the invisible yet overwhelming burden of his duties. His steps were heavy, each one echoing the weight of the responsibilities he bore. The sight of him stirred something within me—a realization that he wasn't just a man, but a father, a son, a husband, a brother. He was carrying the hopes, dreams, and demands of everyone he loved on his weary shoulders. His clothes were clean but old, like someone who once had dreams but now wore the faded fabric of time. His feet were clad in worn-out slippers