Been more concerned about my health than posts lately. Some of the things I was planning on doing were also either delayed or cancelled due to this as well. Rather frustrating, but it is what it is. Something I have to learn is to adapt to situations and go with the flow instead of trying to fight the current 24/7 and complain about how things don’t go 100% my way. It never does when you think about it, but it has also brought better ideas to the table. Happy accidents you might say. Some of the best ideas come from a mistakes made for a completely different purpose.
Life in the Rice Field Part 6 - "Looking out the window" || I took this photo looking out the window closest to the corner where my student sleeps. There aren't separate rooms in most traditional houses in Laos and so when everyone sleeps they all sleep in the same room. Everyone just has a "section" of the room that serves as their bedroom. || The thought often hits me in Laos, "Do you even realize where you are?". Life here has become more normal for me the longer I stay and I'm starting to find it hard to point out daily things that are "strange" to people back at home because it feels so normal now. And yet, despite this, the difference of life is so drastic that it still boggles my mind sometimes. || How strange I must be to the people in villages like the one I've been telling you about these last few posts. But time and time again, and I know I've said it a million times to you guys, I'm shocked at the hospitality, generosity, and kindness I'm shown by the people in Laos. No matter how strange I must be to them, they never seem to fail at showing me goodness. Why do I keep bringing this up? Because I see those traits quickly fading away in our western society, especially towards people who look, think, and act differently than us. I understand we can't just invite every single person in the world into our home and country, but we have moved to the other extreme where we say that my safety, my happiness, and my comfort are all more important than the needs of those less fortunate as me. It's all about me. I'm welcomed into these villages needing nothing in life and am greeted with sacrificial generosity by people who've never had electricity or running water in their home. They view things as luxury items that I view as basic aspects of life and they, without question, open up their homes to a stranger and spend what little money they might have to make sure I'm comfortable and fed food that they wouldn't buy for themselves. It's humbling to be the recipient of that when I know I wouldn't be as quick to do the same. I'm thankful for Laos, though, as I slowly learn to think more about others and less about myself.