Everyone around me seem to me, like myself, wandering aimlessly around the forest. Like me, we still can't find a lake fresh enough to sustain life, so that one may settle and start building an house by the side. While I don't know how each of them are doing now, on my part, I've given up on a large part.
For the past months, I couldn't be much bothered to look around anymore; every part of this forest is no different from another. Much given up on hoping to find the "best place" to settle down, I got myself a pretty nice cozy little corner to settle in. It's not very spacious, gifted with modest food supplies. I could also spent half the day there, and concentrate on building a temporary little settling. One day though, while gathering materials for my new place at another sector of this forest, I came across a small little lake downhill that seem to be more than two hours worth of walk away. After walking for so long, frankly, two hours is nothing.
This time, I hardly have the intention to head there anymore. It's very tiring having to go all the way down, only to find myself disappointed and having to climb all the way up again. Perhaps what that is most needed is some self-deserved rest. At the moment, settling at this little corner does not seem to be a bad idea either.
The idea of even looking forward to finding a place, I realized, may not be the best thing to do. Afterall, many people who've gone past this forest did not have the best living conditions. So what if I can't find that best place? I got to know an old man who lived on a treetop many years ago. All his life, he's helped many like myself settle in on treetops! While to me, it seemed that having to survive on wild berries and weird fauna had poisoned his mind and speech, he does seem extremely efficient at construction.
Looking downhill...I thought to myself, "Are you sure it's a good idea???" Ambivalent, I picked up my wood and went back to my corner...
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