I visited the Long Island for the first time last weekend, and there was something exciting about spending a day at a place that seems so close to New York city yet so far away from it.
It was also my first time to shoot shotguns. I knew I would love it even before I actually pull the trigger. Adrenaline to me what muses to the poets. Most of the times I live my day scared, the fear of which lies in the lack of direction in my life and always feeling I am out of my own control. That's why I knew I would enjoy shooting shotguns, the absolutely clear sign that I am the one who pulls the trigger and where the bullet goes depends on no one else but me. It was also a perfect escape to the nature with my partner in crime. The trees, the vast landscape, the breeze, the cherry blossoms, everything reminds of the Long Island depicted in the Great Gatsby, and it is indeed a wonderful place to slow my pace and focus on the present.
It's really important for me to develop new perspectives constantly, because that's the problem the antidepressants cannot solve for me. Every day I am trying to discover something good that works in life, and ultimately I hope I can live in peace with myself in this crazy loud world.