The Gift of the Slave

Everything he does he does for a price – one that he pays himself, not because he doesn’t have the right to be paid, but because he’d rather give away the best thing he has for free than for cheap.

He’s willingly made himself like the people he comes in contact with. He does his best to blend, not like a chameleon that hides itself, but more like water that manages to fit into a container of any shape. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll find someone who’s thirsty enough to approach him, and ask him for a drink.

And of course, he’ll give it away for free, so that any seeds that have been planted have the chance to sprout and grow.

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