Do you have to go away to realize where home is?
Do you have to go where it’s loud to discover quiet?
Do you have to ask questions to realize there are no answers?
Do you have to mentally and verbally vomit to free your mind and start fresh, to get any sort of meaning, clarity, peace?
Do you have to hear the tiny squeak of baby birds or the squall of a newborn to remember that life is fragile and once was new and precious?
You don’t have to do anything.
There’s that thing described so simply as free will, but which so complexly screws up life.
But if you want to –
If you realize you need to –
Life is infinitely better.