December 31

If there’s anything really odd that I’ve noticed other than the alarmingly high number of dogs and casual public urination is the nonchalant nature of the cows just chilling anywhere and everywhere in India. But more over to the point, today was an odd one because I dropped my chapstick (Yes, this is a serious point I’m bringing up) and the struggle bus seems to be calling my name for boarding. Also, I’m writing this at like 5am so if it doesn’t make sense, sorry.

The struggle right now is that I really need to recharge right now. It’s actually pretty weird for me to be constantly near people like this. Yeah, I spend a significant amount of time just in the radio station and I do enjoy being around people, but I also do like my idea of me time or doing things on my own terms, such as hanging around with people.

Limited access to the internet has been pretty interesting. The weirdest thing is that I really don’t find a struggle in trying to find a topic to write about, it’s more or less trying to figure out which one speaks to me more on that deeper level. This place is just teeming with stories and I never know which exact one to pick because I want to do each story justice. There isn’t a point to be so haphazard with stories when you can just treat it with the respect and dignity it deserves.

The clutter in my mind when it comes to figuring out blog posts reminds me of the actual aesthetic of everything we’ve seen so far. So many people just associate the beauty and grandeur of the Taj Mahal with India when it’s so much more than that. There’s a story in the litter that seems to be everywhere in India. It’s interesting to see all the actual clutter that lines the city and countryside when people in the US complain about our garbage problem but at least we have some solutions and the ability to do something about it.

When it gets down to it, not everyone has the ability to be concerned about cleaning up their environment when there’s things like going to work and providing for their families that need to be dealt with first.

Even at great historical beauties like the Sikh’s Golden Temple, you see such an effort in maintaining that particular area’s dignity while the rest of the city seems to be just covered in all the dust and litter I keep referring to.

The world is so much more than people realize. The stories and views on the world that all simultaneously tell the same story of humanity’s existence on this planet and yet each perspective is so different from another.

The world seems to be a mess because we’re just losing sight of all the things that make life beautiful as we go along. The stories might be different but we’re all trying to accomplish something. As of what that exactly is? I have no clue. One way to find out. Til next time ~KA