The Most Fantastic World Ever
It all began years ago, when a man went out to an empty field. A dry, gentle, late afternoon breeze invigorated the man. It brought him back to the days of his childhood when he would revel in the air whisking across his face as he ran or rode his bicycle. It was the feeling of freedom, for the boy had nothing to be stressed about then.
Things were different now. Why? Well, that is a question. What is it about being an adult that says you can’t have the feeling of stress-free freedom? What exactly was different, now? Was it just the man who changed? Or did the world around him change?