I’m not quite sure what to say about India. The words have been stuck up inside my ribs since I came home. Part of what I’ve decided is that the words are meant for me. If there was a way to convey all that I saw and experienced there, I would have set the words loose far earlier.
I didn’t change; I returned to myself. Seeing the things that I saw, and learning what I did, it made me realize that I’d been lost. Floundering to make others happy and shuffling myself off to the corner to wait. The waiting is over. Like the words I’ve been so desperately trying to free, I’m ready to let myself go too.
I saw poverty and disparity all over the region that I visited. There was also great kindness; the likes of which I’ve rarely experienced in the States. People will honestly go out of their way to help others, and what’s theirs is yours. There were many times that the term “unconditional” came to mind. Those that I met and spoke with were always open and wanted to both learn and teach, with no barriers or biases. It felt like a homecoming with arms spread wide.
Being giving and unconditional are not things to take for granted, though they often are. It takes guts to do things and expect nothing in return. Be soft, be gentle, be kind. Remember that humans are fickle and we’re all just trying to get through this life thing. Isn’t it better to do that together, instead of fighting against each other?
Anyways, here’s me on a living root bridge!
P.S. I’ll be posting more about the actual travel side of this trip at another time!