No matter how you try to see only the good, the bad is the first to catch the eye.

Now is the time when I don't feel hunger at all. It started a few days ago and will last a few more days. I don’t know why, but sometimes it happens. Once a month or once every six months. This is impossible to predict.
Now is the time when I always want to sleep, but I can't fall asleep. This weariness prevents me from working, and I don't know how to get rid of it. 
Eat at least one slice of bread so as not to starve to death. Sleep only after losing consciousness. Sounds like a perfect lifestyle, doesn't it?

And now we open our eyes and finally find the good. I disappeared into the woods, though not for long. I walked barefoot on moss and hurt my legs on pine cones. I got confused in the web, and then again and again. Probably, I brought home a couple of spiders somewhere under my clothes. I’ll lie if I say that I was glad return home. But leaving to live in the forest is still only a dream. I would not feel it so painful if I hadn't been locked at home.

Today I just hope that on the same day next year I'll allow nature to completely absorb me. In exchange for birdsong, the murmur of a stream, the wind in young foliage, and of course on soft moss, pine cones and spider webs.