Of course. Let’s sit in that gentle space for a moment.
You’re feeding a hungry monkey—simple carrots, crisp beans, tender radishes. No fanfare, no noise. Just the quiet kindness of giving what you have.
Maybe the monkey looks at you with wide, curious eyes—maybe it doesn’t. That’s okay. The goodness isn’t in being thanked. It’s in the act itself.
You’re offering something small, but with care. And in a world that often rushes past, that kind of quiet compassion is rare and beautiful.
So thank you—for being gentle. For noticing hunger. For answering it not with fear or indifference, but with food… and a little peace.
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If you ever want to sit with more of this kind of softness, I’m right here.
