Why We Need Isolation To Make Us Human Again

hands, sand, beach

Its 9 a.m. on a Monday, and I wake up with sun shining through an open window as a palm tree sways just outside. The smell of salt water, combined with the sounds of people milling about on the sidewalk below reminds me that I am not in Silicon Valley. Instead, I walk up to the window to see Waikiki Beach just a block away. In short order, I’m off to the beach.

Excerpt from Gil Laroya’s article in the Huffington Post- Read more.

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