Living the rustic life in a log cabin, I find peace deep in the wilderness. Every morning greets me with mist and birdsong. The hand-built roof above me—crafted from timber I felled and shaped—is my pride and protection. Rain taps rhythmically on the wooden shingles, while snow piles gently in winter. Inside, warmth glows from the stove. No neighbors, no noise—just solitude, purpose, and the quiet strength of a life built by my own hands, one log, one nail, one sunrise at a time.
