Things are not always as they seem, always looking for new perspective

The blessing of growing up in a developing country…

From the time you are born, you are faced with hunger, conflict, and insecurity.  This results in the realization that you MATTER, that you need to have an education and find a good job, that you need to make a difference for your yourself, for your family and for your country.

It is NOT an aimless existence of paying the bills, filling up your appointment book, barely making it through another week, and always wondering isn't there more than this?

The facts that they have a real mission and real contribution to make give them a giant leap over teenagers and adults in Western society.  WE think we are just one of many, all doing the same thing, and we do not seek or find our true purpose as easily.

Their ‘curse’ has become their blessing.

Perhaps we are not as blessed as we like to believe.

Maybe this 'blessing' has contributed to our feelings of emptiness. To feeling dead inside and in seeking fulfillment in so many ways (children, jobs, spouses, degrees, alcohol or drugs {caffeine in my case}, and RELIGION) we end up losing the only Way.

Because true poverty is being nothing to no one and not feeling needed. 

These people, they KNOW that they are needed to make a difference.

I am not trying to say they are perfect, just saying that I so excited to learn from them. 

I admire and respect their positivity, genuine kindness, and JOY.

The greater the suffering the greater the opportunity to show compassion and also to SEE compassion and love in others.  It fills the soul like nothing else can.

But maybe thats just me...