We visited the temporary housing township today.
This is disgusting. What are we doing here? I suppose it's one thing for us to go into a township like
Listening to all of this american music while driving by this impoverished existence... this is what we care about. "I try to smile when I see other girls with you acting like everything is okay...." This is what's important to us. This is what I grew up believing was the problems of everyone and here I see, and somehow before I knew that there is so much more to life. So much more responsibility and pain, hardship, worries and issues... But there's so much more reward and joy that can be found in the midst of that destruction. There's so much more to be thankful for when it's overcome. There so much more to live for. Why don't we live like that I the states? Why don't we understand that? How do I carry this back with me throughout my everyday? How do I live this? I'm scared.
Filled with so many mixed emotions. Excited. Loved. Happy. Overwhelmed. Empowered. Responsible. Saddened. These kids... They run around with such a simplicity and joy for whatever reason. I can't help but believe its really not that simple, as much as we all want it or need it to be. But being swarmed by all of those kids during their snack time, I walked away broken hearted and in love.
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