Finish the story begins with: “In the compound on the hill, lives a man with a dream.”
It’s not that he didn’t like people. There were times he enjoyed the banality of their voices. But at the end of the day, he just preferred his own company.
He stood there inhaling the world around him—uninterrupted— and marveled in his work. It took him years to build this sanctuary and at much cost, both financially and personally. Walking out on a career that took so long to build was not easy. Friends and loved ones turned their backs on him. But they never understood anyway, why all this was so important to him.
He released a deep, heavy sigh. The sun was slowing setting, signaling the end of another day. Not a soul for miles. Only a slight, dry breeze to keep him company.
As he stood overlooking the hard, unwelcoming terrain he knew his dream had finally come true. Just him and complete solitude.