For five years, I carried a compass that guided all my decisions. It pointed me away from external expectations and toward the things I love. It led me to meaningful experiences, solid friendships, a satisfying career, and a fulfilling partnership. And it disappeared as soon as I achieved my goal. 

Oh come on, you just paid to come here and ride your bike three miles to the beach, that’s the lamest thing I’ve ever heard. Is this really what you’re doing — spending money to tick items off a checklist? 

Drunks, thieves, and witches: These are the people with whom I’ll share the road if I decide to bike home tonight. It’s sunset, and I’ve only just now arrived at the Ntaja bus depot — a two-hour bike ride over dirt roads and paths from my house in Chikweo.