Calling a forest βundeveloped landβ is such a strange way to describe it.
Nothing is undeveloped about it. It is an ecosystem doing exactly what it is supposed to do.
Nobody talks about the grief that comes with accepting that maybe some of the things you imagined for your life arenβt going to happen the way you hoped, or maybe they wonβt happen at all
Me aggressively begging the universe for one big win before the end of the year something that will cover all my losses and still leave me with enough to breathe.