Moving to a village. Infinite gains.

An old friend from college I met told me what a brave choice it was for me to move to a village.

I said nothing.

How can one explain. Where can one begin.

That it was just a homecoming. Where we all really belong is a village, a community.

A blessing. A grace. The homecoming.

And to explain how much much more one gets, than one purportedly gives up.

Belonging, roots, lifetime relationships.

Learnings of infiniteness of generosity. Of how ones giving is completely unrelated to what one possesses.

Learnings of the depth of wisdom in the peoples if our country. Lived values. Lived wisdom.

Learnings from them, that can only be had at their feet.

A bar raised. Forever.

In exchange for some decades if urban earnings ?

A paltry price. For infinitude.