Generosity
has always been on my terms.
Private. When it’s right.
People sometimes wonder why I like to travel alone. The way it goes is I shut off for a few days, and I love it. Not speaking to anyone. Being silent to my heart’s content. But then I start to crave, and so appreciate, people again – taking in tiny sips of human interaction. A cashier here, a curious toddler there. Maybe I’m just lucky, but the strangers I’ve met in this state have restored my faith in humanity time and time again – and I’m grateful for this private super power, and of course, theirs.
