The Simple Life -Back to the Roots

Ella had spent years in the corporate grind, her days a blur of emails, meetings, and commutes. One evening, as she stared at her reflection in the elevator mirror, the thought struck her: This isn’t living; it’s surviving.

The next week, she sold her high-rise apartment and moved to a tiny cabin on her grandfather’s old farmland. It was a place she’d visited as a child, where the air was fresh and the nights were quiet.

Life in the cabin was anything but easy. Ella had to learn how to chop wood to keep warm, haul water from the well, and cook meals over a wood-burning stove. She often found her hands blistered and her muscles aching. But each night, as she sat under a blanket of stars, she felt something she hadn’t felt in years: peace.

Without the hum of technology and the rush of deadlines, Ella discovered joy in small things—a loaf of bread rising in the oven, the crunch of snow beneath her boots, and the birdsong that greeted her every morning.

It wasn’t a perfect life. There were moments of loneliness, times she questioned her decision. But gradually, Ella found herself slowing down, adapting to the rhythm of the land. She realized the simple life wasn’t about escaping hardship; it was about finding purpose in the everyday and reconnecting with what mattered most.

One day, as she tended her small vegetable garden, a neighbor stopped by. “You seem happier here,” they said.

Ella smiled. “I think I finally remembered how to live.”