the great affair is to move and your feet will then bring you to where your heart is. all journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.
though all have some level of truth i still have yet to discern which of these themes rings most true to me . i've only been home from uganda for 3 days now and should probably give it some time to let thoughts, emotions, feelings rise and surface. unlike the time i lived in rome, this trip came to fruition rather quickly and didn't have too much buildup in terms of expectations. the only thing forecasted was that my eyes would open a little wider, and they did indeed.
what qualifies a country to be third world? are there such things as second world countries and why does it always seems that there is not as much room for the middle? except some things feel like all parts fall into the middle. anyways, in this idea of a "western culture" and all that is developed with exponential growth that happens year by year these two extremes of third world to first world are moving rapidly in the opposite direction. or better yet, one is staying still and the other is shooting like a rocket, comparatively. you can not help but judge what you know and are comfortable with to the unfamiliar and straight up unnatural. i tried my hardest to not do a lot of adverse thinking while in africa and wanted to be my most present self. though the inevitable scrutinizing humans that we are makes this a challenge.
i think if i could amend one of the first mentioned statements i would go to great lengths to say that: all journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware until fully immersed in the present state of their surroundings. or something of the like. i'm not such a quotist, but i'm working on it.
though all have some level of truth i still have yet to discern which of these themes rings most true to me . i've only been home from uganda for 3 days now and should probably give it some time to let thoughts, emotions, feelings rise and surface. unlike the time i lived in rome, this trip came to fruition rather quickly and didn't have too much buildup in terms of expectations. the only thing forecasted was that my eyes would open a little wider, and they did indeed.
what qualifies a country to be third world? are there such things as second world countries and why does it always seems that there is not as much room for the middle? except some things feel like all parts fall into the middle. anyways, in this idea of a "western culture" and all that is developed with exponential growth that happens year by year these two extremes of third world to first world are moving rapidly in the opposite direction. or better yet, one is staying still and the other is shooting like a rocket, comparatively. you can not help but judge what you know and are comfortable with to the unfamiliar and straight up unnatural. i tried my hardest to not do a lot of adverse thinking while in africa and wanted to be my most present self. though the inevitable scrutinizing humans that we are makes this a challenge.
i think if i could amend one of the first mentioned statements i would go to great lengths to say that: all journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware until fully immersed in the present state of their surroundings. or something of the like. i'm not such a quotist, but i'm working on it.
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