greypoppies:

I want to do things with my life but I also want to bury myself in a forest and let the moss grow over me so where does that leave us

I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall—
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.

Mary Oliver, from the book A Thousand Mornings