But one last, final thought: I look back and I see how things have changed and to be honest I laugh at my ignorance and my stupidity from back then. It's not that I'm ashamed because it's called: "growing up"--we all go through it at some point. But now, I just...I know who I am and I know who I'm not. And maybe that's what a month on the opposite side of the world with complete strangers does to you. You meet people who are genuinely happy and excited about life and you see things that only the smallest eye could see. I'm appreciative and I'm grateful and I'm honest. I can say that now without even blinking my eyes in-between. I've realized just how small I am in the grand scheme of things and I'm completely okay with that. Perhaps it goes unnoticed to others...but I know that I have changed. But listen: Change is not always a bad thing. (I mean, granted, change can get the worst in people--as I'm sure it has happened to you and I) But I know that I have changed for the better. Believe me or not: that is completely up to you. That trip, straightforwardly, changed my life--allowed me to take steps back and to look at the big picture. And also, who gives us the right to have the things that we have? Luck. We are so lucky. And my desire? To help the unlucky.
But enough with me writing on this thing...we should simply be friends and exchange stories.
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