I’m stuck not knowing how to react to the city in which I live. I walk, daily, past people who subsist on very little. They live on 1 000 000 Rupiah (that’s $100 US approximately) a month, sometimes less, sometimes more. I walk past open sewers that are sometimes smelly and sometimes revolting. I walk past mansions that exist next to shacks. Mercedes driving past men pulling home-made carts.
What does all of this have to do with a flower? There are no parks but lots and lots of green. There is asphalt and trees, and because it’s always summer (or seemingly) the blossoms on trees and vines bloom and die all the time. I’ve been here a month and I’d almost gotten used to it. Leaves fall off trees all the time, but it’s never Autumn. I wonder if I’ll get used to all of it. I hope not. I hope that I’ll always be shocked, saddened, enraged, curious, and hopeful.
Good morning. I hope you have a great day.
Oh…and have a I told you that you’re AWESOME? If not, you’re AWESOME!
I feel like it’s an affirmation of all that is good in the world when people find each other. I’ve recently been trying to focus on all that is positive and, when I can’t, at least look for positive solutions to things I want to complain about. I think I often focus on what is negative because it’s easier. Complaining is easy. Bitching about all that is bad in the world is easy.
Coming up with solutions is not easy.
Which is why seeing people holding hands makes me smile. When I hold my wife’s hand, I think of nothing else but what is good. I don’t criticize the world. I don’t complain about other people. I say silly things. I laugh. I smile. I feel affirmed and postive and…
I’ve got it! We should just all hold hands. World peace might be achievable, people! Hold hands with someone near you right now and tell me you don’t feel better about the world. I dare you!