humanity. defined as: “collective humans or classified as homo sapiens”. the word is politically correct and yet when you use these words, some will be offended. for the last 10 days, i have observed and watched different cultures in their own perspectives and i have to say, we are no different. we may speak a different language, eat different food but in the end, people are people. we hurt, we laugh, we cry, we sing and most of all we laugh when shit is funny. in any language, people understand a smile, a happy gesture and want to be a part of that. it reminds us to stop, live in the moment and enjoy ourselves.
i used to believe my dreams of being rich and settled on a beach somewhere would make me happier than i have ever been but what i have come to realize is that without love, there is no happiness. all my life i have struggled to find that true love, an unconditional can’t get enough of me true love and even now, i feel sad knowing, there isn’t such a great love.
i seen couples walking on the beach, holding hands, pretending to be in their moment and wondered if it was true love or a show. maybe it was a means to an end, a choice they no control over or a dead end relationship that had fallen into a misery but for the sake of show, they continue on their journey of unhappiness because it is expected of them.
i was also living with a couple whom over the years i have admired from a far and now see the differences they have in their older years. how time changes people and even the most closest people surprise you when you least expect it. we are no longer bound by faith and commitment but rather conditioned. we ask ourselves: “why change now?” is it to late or do we fear the unknown?
all in all, my latest trip was amazing and eventful. i have no distinct feeling of did i want to stay or go just the idea that maybe someday, i will live that life permanently without restrictions.