too late?

Hello my friends.

If the only thing I can tell you today is this, I believe it will be sufficient for you to comprehend how amazing it is to be experiencing this Zambian culture.

Life is short, life is cheap. Enjoy it.

Say hello to everyone you meet because you may never see them again.

Embrace every emotion, no matter how high, or low, or just mediocre you perceive it to be. It is real, and if you are reading these words, or hearing rain falling on your roof, or ignoring the absolute annoyance of a co-worker then you are here.

You are alive. What else is there? Who knows where you will be in 2 days, 2 months, or 2 years.

I see street children, and they gaze into my soul and immediately access a part of my being that I never knew existed. They are hungry, dirty, homeless, and I am sure other adjectives apply that I just do not want to include here now. They stop time with those eyes of desperation. What am I to do? Give them a couple of dollars? To you that sounds reasonable, but for the majority of people living in Zambia an estimated 70% of the population live on less than 1 Canadian dollar a day. A few dollars is a horrible lottery that I can not consciously give to anyone because what will they do when that money runs out? Where will they go, what will they eat? Will they eat?

And then I leave, I walk away from these situations daily feeling absolutely helpless in the grand scheme of life; I wish to give everyone the cloths off my back and every cent to name. It would all be in vain, these problems are not a temporary fix.

So I sit and I think, and try to comprehend.

We must be all that we can be.

Nothing more.