The last time I felt this lonely, I was living by myself on an ostrich farm in the-middle-of-nowhere, Guatemala. I would go for a run every day, find a tree to sit under, and cry. It’s sad, but also funny, in a dramatic kind of way. I was living that maudlin storybook life: drunk on desolation, epiphanies galore. I walked away from that dang ostrich farm with a very deep understanding of...
The Defiance of Finding Joy
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