"Let's go home."

When the exhaustion in the office began to whisper, "Go home."

Another morning in the cold air room.

Original mug of coffee. Drop next to the original screen computer.

The same pile of work... and the same fatigue that starts not knowing if it comes from work or from the heart.

Many people don't hate office work.

Just starting to wonder...

A life of waking up, rushing, traffic jams, working, going home and sleeping.

Is it really all?

Sometimes happiness may not be in the bonus at the end of the year.

But in a small vegetable plot behind the house.

That we see it grow every day.

Slowly... but true.

Imagine a new morning.

No sound, email alert.

There is only the sound of the chicken crowing and the wind blowing the leaves.

The hand didn't hold the mouse.

But capture the soil, capture the seeds, capture the life we gradually grow ourselves.

Small farming doesn't mean throwing everything away immediately.

But it could be "the way home."

Gradually, step by step.

Start by planting a vegetable plot.

Raise something small.

Spend the holidays trying to live a lifestyle that doesn't have to rush.

Because maybe

What we're tired of is not work.

But is not having time to give my life at all

And one day,

You may have discovered that

Happiness is not an escape from the city.

But is to come back to a simple life.

Where we hear our hearts the most clearly.

If you read here and feel a little relieved,

Or accidentally miss the provincial home

That may not be a dream.

It could be a voice in my heart.

That is saying

"It's time to plant something small for your life." 🌱