A moment of outburst seems childish. In the comfort of your home with no one around, it appears to be a release. In my mind, it becomes stress. I am not sure if it is controllable . I have been feeling an inner turmoil. I am happily interested in the path my life has taken, but aghast at the amount of dread I feel at points in my day. When I walk the paths amongst the mountains I feel like I am at home and all of my worries simply slip away. The mountains however, have never been more far away at this present moment. My soul doesn’t belong here. I know there is a reason for my current position, but my soul is screaming at my body to move on. This is not where I am meant to settle.