Jenifer was a soft and kind young lady. She wheeled Ryan, walking slowly up the forest trail. It was a mild afternoon and the sun shone through leaves, making them bathed in warmth. Exposing to the gentle breeze and fresh air in the mountainous area, Ryan was immersed in the tranquility of a slower pace of life. He suddenly realized that it was also wonderful to lead a mundane existence. Not far away from them, some farmers were busy mowing the lawn and doing other routine chores. Sweat poured down from their faces but they looked delightful and satisfied. Somehow Ryan felt envious of those farmers who had a peaceful life. He shook his head, heaving a deep sign of frustration. “Why do you look upset?” Jenifer asked. She had been growing up in this small village, familiar with the rust

