Sorry I epically failed with keeping up with the blog. I guess at a certain point I was too busy living life to be recording it diligently. The experience was incredible; I even pushed back my flight a week and a half to have time to travel. Ironically, the lessons I learned in Guatemala are best summed up by an anecdote I experienced here in Charleston.
Last night, I was walking on the beach by myself at sunset after an amazing picnic with my friends. I was listening to soul-awakening music, feeling the sand on my toes, and getting surprisingly wet from the unpredictable rush of water that comes from the tides. I saw a man walking with his family with a metal detector in hand, searching ardently for who knows what. Probably gold, or coins, or something. His son kind of smiled at me in acknowledgment or embarrassment; could he see through my eyes how absurd I felt the whole situation to be?
His father has everything he could ever search for within his grasp, yet he is refusing to look for it, to grab for it. He is absurdly distracted. He has everything-- ones to love, the sunset, the natural beach, a spirit the ocean gives you if you only open yourself up to it. That's how happiness works- finding fulfillment in renewable, natural resources. Finding peace in your situation because there is always plenty to find peace in. But he was still looking for metal... for physical, man-made treasure and fulfillment. He's not going to find what he's looking for if he keeps looking in the ground for what can only be found all around him. None of us will.
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