I prefer experiences and quality merriment. We can eat and drink in a hole in the wall, and I wouldn’t bat an eye as long as I’m laughing with you. Also, it helps that I still am that kid who has an infallible grade-school memory.
I’m a flaming extrovert who loves solitude and my own company. I could tolerate days inside my little cell, impervious to any external human stimulation, and still thrive. After leaving school, it didn’t change much. I just added work on the equation but I still read voraciously and suffer from occasional staircase wit in that little space.
Maybe. Just maybe, these mountains have the answers to everything. But like any wise man, they choose to remain silent because they know better than nonsense clamor. So, I look up to them. In awe.
“So, I boarded the bus, sat close to the window next to an old man holding a chicken. When my esteemed window didn’t offer much but dirt and slab of concrete, I observed the chaos inside the old bus. All kindness and humanity emanating from a crowded, rickety ride “
“It was too raw, nerve-wracking, and yet immensely fulfilling.”