When the noise of existence feels unbearably loud, I spend time in nature. When I can’t sleep, I go outdoors. When I can’t concentrate, I go outdoors. When I can’t make sense of the world (and that’s often, lately), I go outdoors. Whether wading in the ocean, climbing mountains or traipsing through the forest, this nature reset soothes my soul in ways that defy explanation. But I’ll try.

Our chronically hyper-paced world seems to be a never-ending endorphin chase whose finish line is physical...