When I was in college, a part of me half-seriously thought I could live as a hermit or a monk. It seemed fitting enough: I could handle and even preferred solitude, and the idea of turning away from the world seemed simultaneously romantic and cool. I liked spending time alone reading or thinking or just daydreaming, and none of the proffered spoils quite convinced me to vie with everybody else out in society's sweaty, chaotic arena.
The monk life
The monk life
The monk life
When I was in college, a part of me half-seriously thought I could live as a hermit or a monk. It seemed fitting enough: I could handle and even preferred solitude, and the idea of turning away from the world seemed simultaneously romantic and cool. I liked spending time alone reading or thinking or just daydreaming, and none of the proffered spoils quite convinced me to vie with everybody else out in society's sweaty, chaotic arena.