As I stand on this tree trunk, I can see the whole world. I see the sky glowing orange, gold, pink as the sun slowly sets, as a cool breeze brushes against the trees and myself. The air is crisp, carrying the last amount of warmth from the sun as it hides behind the trees. As I take a deep breath, I realize that joy does not always come from massive things. Sometimes, it can be standing at the right place at the right time, living in the moment, and feeling free. Up on this hill, I don't have to stress about school, or responsibilities, there's no schedule to follow, no deadlines to meet-just the view. Everything below, like the houses, trees, winding streets, look so tiny up here. However, I, am, Massive. The distant sounds of the city are just a whisper. As I step down the rock and walk away, I remember that tests, deadlines, and responsibilities waiting. Joy isn't something that disappears, it's something you can always find. By looking at the beauty of the world, you can always find joy in that, with the simple act of breathing and living.