Our travel advisor worked with a local African travel agency to set up the stops on our tour.
This current stop is on the outskirts of a town that looks literally dirt poor, with irregular water service and no mail service.
My perspective of life has changed.
Not sure what to do…
I know I am blessed beyond measure.
With me being childless, every penny I spend on myself is wasted money.
Why am I still alive?
I can’t seem to get away from equating wealth with happiness.
Have I ever been happy?
In the past, I kept myself too busy to think and called that nose-to-the-grindstone attitude “happiness” or at least a kind of life satisfaction.
Shouldn’t standing here on the deck of a private villa whilst wild animals chew on grass a few meters away count as happiness?
Why must I have the next thing and the next thing and the next thing in an attempt to fill the bottomless emptiness inside?
I am immeasurably poorer in comparison to residents of nearby towns with no running water.
I am poorer than poor and the realization hurts considerably, no end to my internal suffering until I’m dead.
Tired and alone 