Acceptance. One of the main points on path of self-realization and something that came so easily when I arrived in India.
For one who’s never left the states you’d think starting off in Mexico getting drunk on tequila or bar hopping in Europe would be the typical route, but not for Katy and I. Instead of this our first time was landing in a Third World Country that was the farthest thing from our home life. We were discussing this last night and it’s almost comical how easy the transition was for us. I don’t know if it’s the dirty hippies in us or the mental preparation we did , but now when I look back to the first time telling each of you I was leaving for India I can only laugh at the face expressions and comments you made. Cows and their shit ruling the road? Yea no big deal. Monkeys swinging in every tree? Typical. Roads equal sidewalks and horns always honking was a little hard to tolerate, but only because we’re used to walking on the right. Homeless amputees crawling all over the streets was harder for Katy to accept, but the bums in Chicago have helped prep me. Although here it’s extremely sad because these people aren’t looking for their next alcohol or drug fix. But as cheap as India is and the fact that so many people do live all over the streets, they can survive a long time in this lifestyle.
We have to accept things don’t come easy here. Electricity constantly goes out, food isn’t great, and public restrooms can scar you for life (though I have yet to have a horrific experience) it is an experience I wish every American would try. Just to see how other parts of the world exist. As hard as it is to be so far away from friends and family and how badly I want to watch Jason Stackhouse take off his shirt in True Blood every Sunday, I am glad to learn how countries like this function. Even as poor as it is, these people find so much happiness in the smallest things and their faith plays a big role in that.
Be thankful for what you have each and everyday and appreciate the people who gave it you.
Love you Mama, if you didn’t teach me how to work hard and be independent I wouldn’t be writing this post.