Took a long bike ride to the mountains after 2 years. Just friends, roads, and no screens. And if anything qualifies as therapy, this was it. But somewhere along the ride, a question hit me hard 👇👇

Why are we always running? In the city: → Deadlines → New tech → New roles → That feeling of falling behind if you pause even for a second It’s exhausting. And weirdly addictive.

But the mountains? Different vibe. Mornings don’t begin with alarms. They begin with birds. No honking. No calendar pings. Just peace. And suddenly, you’re like… Why don’t I live like this?

Then it struck me again: Is this calm just because I changed places? Or does nature actually do something to us? Hard to say. But here’s what I know…

After years in the software industry, I’ve gotten great at staying busy. Chasing goals. Learning more. Doing more. But am I living more? Or just filling time?

That bike ride didn’t give me the answer. But it gave me space to ask the question. And sometimes… that’s more than enough.