I didn't tell a soul where I was headed next.I went to Bodeya, the place closest to the sky.There, I witnessed the most devout acts of prostration and gazed upon the towering, snow-capped mountains in the distance. I also listened to the deep, resonant, sacred sounds of prayer wheels spinning beneath the walls of the Lama Palace.Suddenly, it struck me. The jealousy and betrayal that had once weighed so heavily on my mind were, after all, as insignificant as specks of dust.I finally understood, and I knew what I had to do when I eventually returned.I didn't go back to my hometown to settle into the stable, predictable life Mom and Dad hoped I would. Instead, I revamped my resume and set my sights on cities much further away.…Two years later, I ran into a former colleague, Andy Richards, at an industry exhibition. After exchanging some pleasantries, we started talking about our current work, and he suddenly brought up Sonya's name."Do you remember that complaint from a su
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