I need you to go to Big Sur.

But not for the reasons you might think. Yes, go for the indescribable beauty and grandeur. The deep blue ocean and redwoods in a way you’ve never seen. The Pacific Coast Highway, snaking through cliffs and canyons that are impossible to figure out how they ever engineered it. Let alone 100 years ago.

But most importantly, I need you to go to Big Sur to remember what life was like when time felt eternal. There’s no signal there. No WiFi, even if you stay at a bed and breakfast.

It’s a sliver of the world still set a part from the rest of it. Unchanged and barely touched for thousands of years. Where time is still incredibly slow. Every day feels boundless.

I’ve been a lot of places in this world but there’s nowhere I’ve been able to experience that level of intuitive freedom.

Where life finally makes sense. All you’re supposed to do is sit experience it. No rules. No walls. No doors.

Nowhere else to be. And you know it in your soul.