The Quiet Searchers
I sat across from someone today.
On the surface, it was a regular workday conversation—the kind that happens between the clicking of keyboards and the pouring of tea.
She didn't say much. But in the gaps between her words, I heard a map being drawn.
It was the sound of a 'Quiet Searcher,' someone looking for a bridge to a place where they can finally be seen.
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| I used to look for connection in everyone else, until I realized I was the connection I was waiting for. Now, I stand on this shore waving to the others, so they know where to find home. |
