Surrounded by nature at its best - Adi
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Go outside. Don’t tell anyone and don’t bring your phone. Start walking and keep walking until you no longer know the road like the palm of your hand, because we walk the same roads day in and day out, to the bus and back home and we cease to see. We walk in our sleep and teach our muscles to work without thinking and I dare you to walk where you have not yet walked and I dare you to notice. Don’t try to get anything out of it, because you won’t. Don’t try to make use of it, because you can’t. And that’s the point. Just walk, see, sit down if you like. And be. Just be, whatever you are with whatever you have, and realize that that is enough to be happy. There’s a whole world out there, right outside your window. You’d be a fool to miss it. (Charlotte Eriksson)

The earth laughs in flowers. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

To become vegetarian is to step into the stream which leads to nirvana. (Gautama Buddha)

Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. (Hans Christian Andersen)

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. (Lao Tzu)

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. (William Blake)

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike. (John Muir)

Flowering indeed are these wild green screens, Full of buds and blossoms, yellow, red, white, and cream, With young and tender leaves ravishingly adorning, Thus render divine and beautiful the whole surrounding! (Angkhan Kalayanapong)


I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I give up thinking about it. (by Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore)

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