A Psalm for the Wild-Built (Monk & Robot, #1)

by Becky Chambers

Mosscap angled its head so it was looking straight at Dex’s face—much, much too close. “What is the point of an onion?” it asked with intense interest.

“Why not? It’s a possibility I’ve never considered. I have bugs inside me all the time. Why not a ferret? That could be fun.”

You keep asking why your work is not enough, and I don’t know how to answer that, because it is enough to exist in the world and marvel at it. You don’t need to justify that, or earn it. You are allowed to just live.

I wish this was a more widely accepted notion!