Some days I feel sad and down for no real reason it seems. Other days I feel free and floaty and dreamy and at peace. But I keep thinking about seeds and plants. I think of the seeds that have evolved to catch the wind, like dandelions or those whirligig ones that come from some sort of tree. Then I think maybe things are just meant to be this way. Maybe forests just get too crowded and the seeds are meant to float far away because if they fall to the ground the sun will never reach them.
Maybe it's okay to let the wind carry you far, far away from the forest. Maybe you are meant to find the wind when you are suffocating.