T**s Up

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Quiet self time is liquid gold time, it is so very precious.
No quiet time, and noise prevails inside the human, and that’s the invite to madness, and in many cases, the doorway to the world of therapy. It’s not enough for sleep to be the only escape from an increasingly insane world.
Silence is golden.
Silence is our true nature.

To ‘chill’ (the modern word for meditate, or ponder), some people like to watch tropical fish (nothing against solitary ambitious goldfish).
Some like to drive to a country car park away from the hustle and bustle, eat their sandwiches, not talk, stare at a field, then go homeand think about what to have for tea (it’s called marriage). Some like to sit in, or stroll through a wood, hopefully an empty one. For others it’s the middle of a field. Just somewhere where they can be with nature. Nature is exquisite.
Some may be handed a back garden, in a quiet area, where, with a little work, they can create a beautiful ‘chill’ Nirvana. Somewhere lovely, to go and lose themselves, as in my case. I was lucky though, because as there were small sections of wooded area, I would be surrounded by glorious t**s.