Sometimes when it comes to making decisions, I ask myself - what are the 'what ifs' you'll be asking yourself a couple years down the road? I weigh the options + pursue the bigger what if. There will always be a shadow of unpursued experiences but at least we have the power to minimize them.
Thankful to have Guatemala in my back pocket and not on my list of what ifs.
Thankful to have Guatemala in my back pocket and not on my list of what ifs.
The beauty of this land and the warmth of its people come in stark contrast with the sickness and trials cultivated by poverty. If you've got some extra prayers / good vibes / positive thoughts, send 'em south porfa. I've got some friends who could use them right about now | I ran across a quote a couple weeks ago & unfortunately can't seem to locate it. It was something about how seemingly perfect days live in our hearts forever. How you might not know it at the time, but it's perfection suddenly occurs to you as the sun sinks below the horizon & you find yourself asking the universe, for just this once, to please slow down. We tuck those memories away as keepsakes, a sunshine elixir for rainy days ahead |
I have a hard time thinking about leaving Guatemala. I know how easy it is to be reabsorbed back into western world culture, and that's the exact thing that terrifies me. But there's a point of readjustment in which you have to give in; you have to blend cultures, allow the new you to reintegrate into an old life.
Traveling is interesting in that way. The hope is always to move to a new place and expand yourself to fit your new environment, to challenge yourself. That's how we grow, and that's also why we return home as new people.
What would be the point if we shrunk back to our old selves upon our return to the familiar?
Rather we go home to the people that love us, and we find ourselves feeling awkward. The ebb and flow of our old life doesn't feel as natural as it once did. We struggle to express our gratitude to be reunited with old friends while we ache for the ones we left behind.
Traveling is often romanticized; therefore, we fail to identify it as the beast that it really is. It allows you to flirt with life, fall in love. Then it tosses you head first into the sea of old familiarity, only to have you come up sputtering for breath and searching for the sun to guide you home.
Here's to hoping I'm still a good lil swimmer.
Traveling is interesting in that way. The hope is always to move to a new place and expand yourself to fit your new environment, to challenge yourself. That's how we grow, and that's also why we return home as new people.
What would be the point if we shrunk back to our old selves upon our return to the familiar?
Rather we go home to the people that love us, and we find ourselves feeling awkward. The ebb and flow of our old life doesn't feel as natural as it once did. We struggle to express our gratitude to be reunited with old friends while we ache for the ones we left behind.
Traveling is often romanticized; therefore, we fail to identify it as the beast that it really is. It allows you to flirt with life, fall in love. Then it tosses you head first into the sea of old familiarity, only to have you come up sputtering for breath and searching for the sun to guide you home.
Here's to hoping I'm still a good lil swimmer.