Watching a film about the Dalai Lama this morning, the part about the hang-glider tourists spending more money than an untouchable spends in a lifetime, the untouchable looking up in the sky as the tourists drift overhead at the foot of the Himalayas.
What adventures will they go on next? Which will I go on?
Seeking the rewards of travel and new workds over the satisfaction of sitting and drinking tea in the slum.
Being afraid of the squalor but not afraid of jumping out of a plane.
Being afraid to sit and look into a stranger’s eyes.
Being afraid to go to the party when I can’t hear anyway.
Writing daily to work this out, finding moments for more love and less hardheartedness.