This is my life

From my travel journal: August 18th 2016

"This is my life"- I think while leaning my head on the rolled sweater I use as a pillow. I cover myself with the sleeping bag and lay down side ways like a fetus, a happy child inside his creator.
I live on a mountain, chop wood in the forest, cook with fire, I go out to look for berries in the neighboring mountains, I greet the cows that graze in peace and the peasants, who return my greeting by looking me in the eyes and smiling from the heart . I visit the grindings of sugar cane where rivers of boiling panela go to form bricks, I visit the neighbors who have plenty of food and love their land.
I do not have to cross traffic lights in a hurry, nor wait for delayed trains. I do not have to submit reports by e-mail or control the expenses of the credit card. I no longer suffer from anxiety or immerse myself in the screen of a computer to ignore.
I drink spring water and eat the orange that I have removed from the tree. I work the soil and she gives me back blessings. I do not see another better reality.
"This is my life", I smile when I go to bed.