Take Me Off Your List

You dial.

A voice answers.“Take me off your list.”

The ego rushes in.

Convince them.

Salvage the call.

“Give me thirty seconds and I’ll never bother you again.”

That’s desperationa dance monkey dance moment.

But connection isn’t born from begging.

It’s born from equality.
Two humans.
Both free to choose.

So you breathe.“Okay.”

No push.
No pitch.
Just space.

Then you dial the next number.

Because there are countless doors.

Some will close.

Others open easily.

Abundance over scarcity.

Presence over pressure.

Leaning back, you move forward.