I live on a cozy island far from civilization, where the only sounds are wind in the pines and waves lapping the shore. My days are spent gathering timber, shaping logs with an axe and adze, and stacking them carefully to build my log cabin. Smoke curls from a stone chimney I mortared myself, and inside, a rough-hewn table and wool blankets promise warmth. There’s no electricity, no noise—just quiet purpose. Each beam I lay roots me deeper into this peaceful solitude. Here, away from the rush of the world, I’m not just building shelter—I’m crafting a life of simplicity, self-reliance, and deep contentment beneath endless stars.
