seem a little crazy to write a post about the day he returned from Nairobi, without telling what I did in Nairobi, but I can not wait, it was a dream, it was magic, was a of the best times of my life.
I promise that I will speak of Nairobi, for all there time in this life.
Nairobi yesterday came about half past seven in the evening, at that time of day that people from the orphanage said it was dangerous to be in the street, although I still find myself Venezuela more dangerous- at that time that the orphanage children are finishing dinner and getting ready to do homework, then, at that moment.
When I saw the orphanage Sheilla far away, inside the house, reading a poster of those that hang on the wall ... and a tendency to whisper scream pronounce his name as I hid behind the plants that adorn the facade of the building ... I heard running.
kept walking toward the kitchen where I supposed, by the time-should be the most children, and it was.
When they saw me they started running towards me to greet me with a hug.
was a magical moment, a moment of pure love, enthusiasm, gratitude, much more than mere feelings.
He was one of the best moments of my life, those who hope never never forget. I hope to always remember, as now, almost in tears, his heart tightened, raised with love to a thousand.
mietras Sheilla hugged and kissed me a third time, Collins came up to me to tell me that they were now either because I was back.
Maybe I'm wrong, but I know that probably most people read the title of this note think at first, I wanted to dedicate these lines to the gentle feeling of wait patiently for a better future.
I, on the contrary, I decided to write about hope, the first word that came to my mind was Change.
And with this word, a lot of questions with answers quite concerning, began to rave in my head.
What is the change? What changed? Is change always good?
And I also thought, on the following word: Wait.
course not without asking:
How good can be for a person to spend your life waiting for something?
When you try to google for the meaning of the word "hope" you can find pages web with the following messages:
"Hope is not pretending that there are no problems, the confidence of knowing that these are not eternal, that the wounds will heal and overcome the difficulties"
But ... what if not? What if we go the whole life hoping things improve?
speak of hope in Africa is to talk about faith, and faith, believe me, is the ruler of the life of the citizens who inhabit this land "black", so vast and beautiful at the same time, so pure and holy so lacking ... So full of hope.
could write the following statement: "People who wait."
And give them a few seconds to think about it ...
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Ready?
what I already thought about it, and it seems cruel. Are people waiting What?
could tell you something about hope when in the hands of those seeking change. For example, when someone wants a bigger house or a new car, when someone wants to travel abroad or start a business ... When the conditions of the place (Country, State / Town) where you live lend themselves to hope one day you no longer want and then become reality ... , hope could be mere motivation to seek a change in the lives of those who so desire.
However, in many cases is not so fairy tale like I wrote above ... Sometimes people cling to impossible, sometimes, the desire you feel for something, it lets you see other possibilities, and so, a lot of paradoxes treated only with foolish to return the result unhappy survivors.
But in another case.
Africa
What hopes?
hopeful What does living in a country like Kenya?
go to sleep dreaming of the day tomorrow will be different, that someone will, and without any particular interest, give you food. Which for some reason, God will send a kind soul will take the child in need and will a developed country where you can have a better lifestyle. What, out of nowhere, you will receive financial assistance to address whatever shortcomings that prevent you from leaving this misdeed that some like to call hope.
And yes, I do not agree with talk of hope in a continent like Africa.
It seems unfair that people cling to an impossible, for a better tomorrow, a different future ... It sounds like blasphemy, when the church rises prayers of hope for poor people receive no more than that, prayers .
Perhaps, for the people here is somewhat different, because they have the need to believe in God, pray, knowing that they are heard and that hunger, AIDS, malaria or some ethnic war, not give them the free pass to that other life, which by the way, several others are hopeful have.
I've always said that people have the need to believe that there is someone superior, who listens and can help them, and I accepted that in special circumstances, that "someone" is not only a divine being ... That's , why so much war in the world. Because, for example, when people began to worship a leader with the hope that this will provide a better future, most of the time, those same adulation end with blood.
is not easy to put your hope in the hands of another person, but it is even harder, put your hope in your own hands, knowing that, most likely, be impossible to seek a change.
And perhaps it is right, that of hope to the people saying that one day, who knows when, everything will be different, I do not know, I do know is that I find absolutely appalling.
But on the other side ...
And the people who agree?
Those who know they have no possibility of change, you know they were born poor and die poor, and the know that their quality of life will not improve, those who accept their world as it is, who thank God for being alive, to breathe and get enough to survive day after day ... These, Are they not human beings worst impossible dream? Are they frustrated by conforming with potential? Are extracts of absences? Are paradoxes of existence? Are they strangers? Are they human?
Searching google also found that:
"Although we live in a house of forty rooms, surrounded by riches and servants, or fight every month to pay the rent. We have the power to be fully satisfied and live a life with true meaning "
Sometimes when we think we are so successful in our reasoning, we should pause a moment to think of others. But beware, not those others who have at hand, not your friends or neighbors, I mean the other, the other fellow to make with you, this is known as the human race. Yes, those that are thousands of miles of you, those of different cultures, different skin such, those who ignore them.
And I want to I really want to analyze the fragment of the paragraph that I got on google.
seeing:
Masion own or rented house ... in the specific case of Kenya, some people are homeless, some others have houses made of clay or plastic bags. But wait, in Venezuela as well, as in many Latin American, African, Asian, and in certain special cases in the U.S. and Europe.
Aha ...
"Having a life with true meaning"
Who knows what the true meaning of life, I beg you, please leave me a comment on this post explaining it. work, marry and have children ... It is not an option.
Which is going to last forever and no.
Again I had an idea in the middle of the night, and is, apparently, my unconscious need to be heard, when the rest of the body you want rest. For me, that's fine, as long as I give good material, and, of course, after writing the idea to go back to sleep without thinking about anything else.
Since I am in Kenya I like to think about the tricks and hazards of life in a less political, more humane ... for that reason, perhaps, my sleepy I given for thinking of happiness as a paradigm of life.
is because, let's think together for a moment, who is not breathing on trying to find that path that will lead to everlasting happiness, the Holy Grail of the human body in its more emotional, more psychic, more intangible ... yes, more human.
Happiness, nine letters that make you look at infinity like a baby ... the desire chest squared, the assumption must be that rarely is the perpetual quest for Utopia in Homer's Odyssey is ... everything is nothing, is nothing ... It's trying to be all imagination, is fantasy, is truth and a lie, and also draft, but the incomprehensible the matter is that it can be disappointed, yes, same as we read, can be failure, disappointment, loss and sadness ... I had thought of this?
ever had the desire to "perennial" to achieve a goal which, according to the make-yourself immensely happy, but felt after reaching void that disturbs your emotional stability to know that finally fulfill a wish that did not make you happy, and that always need something more ... something more
is when you understand that the search never ends.
No, there is no magic dust or Neverland, there are no Kings and Fairy Godmothers, there are no potions or antibiotics ... There is nothing to induce perpetual happiness in the body of a human being dissatisfied.
But ...
If there are perfect moments that make you smile as if you were a toddler.
If there are eyes that speak only to give you a sigh of satisfaction.
hugs If you are clothed a security blanket almost divine.
If kisses are inviting you to skip the stars in a sky that becomes very small compared to both empty feeling of excitement that fills every atom of your body.
Of course there is happiness, the thing is that we-humans-we want to make that happiness lasting a chain of events.
But come, let's think otherwise. To be happy or to feel the happiness with all property, need not be happy ... And maybe, is costing me a little explaining. Let
absences ...
For example, when you feel hungry and then eat, you feel like your teeth chew on anxiety booms piece of food home, you feel like your tongue taste the different flavors and, like, your throat welcomes the food that will blend with the hunger satisfaction then it will become ... happiness. That same happiness is short, it becomes forgotten as if it were the wind throughout trees, that reminds you that for a moment of the day, in a moment of life ... you were happy.
And so in all cases ... so happy knowing that you necessarily have to recognize when you're not happy ... and maybe it is somewhat selfish, that to feel happy from time to time, but hey, it was never easy to find the lost treasure on the deserted island.
On the other hand, when this morning it occurred to me write about the pragmatic tendency to pursue happiness, the little person that lives in my head told me of two types of happiness, that lasts forever, which lasts only seconds . As the second we've talked enough, it's time to look into happiness trend almost mythological life.
happiness is hard to talk about being in Africa, hopefully not too late now as I write, it is difficult to determine if people in Kenya would make them happy have a new pair of shoes or a new Blackberry, or whether, on the other hand, a plate of food would be enough to cover with a sheet invisible that feeling of absence that would allow them to know they are happy because they smile ... smile with my eyes, with their lips, with the soul.
is difficult to determine whether a promotion at work, an expensive dinner with the person you love, or buy a suit for more than half the salary you earn, would make them happy makes us happy as us. You may be working, dining, and texture have enough clothes to keep warm in the cold breath of a rainy night, is enough to make you forget the absence and begin to feel that, that same should be the happiness in moments, you believe Take away you live in a perfect world.
And it makes me know if they, like us, smile, to go to a surgeon after working during the period necessary to raise the millions it costs to increase the size of the breasts, or reshape the nose because we like the genetic mix that sought our parents, or themselves, for they would have to pay for the pills that would give their sons, brothers, fathers, uncles, or family, a moment of life, a very short battle against AIDS a day, week, month ... LIFE.
I do not know, maybe a thing of mine, and not that I want to criticize one of the cultures, but sometimes we are so selfish, and eye, not with them, the Africans, because I know we can not be slopes of each person with a deficiency in the world, we are selfish with ourselves ... we focus too much on the material in unfinished moments of happiness, happiness is not forever, happiness is not a lie, we settle with the disagreement that leads us to seek a happiness that will never be complete ... and that, my friends, am saddened.
Now let's talk about the differences.
For example:
say I love you after a kiss on your soul diffused in the soul of your lover is not the same as saying I love you after your lover gave away something very expensive.
Feeling good after you ascend on the job because your salary was raised substantially, it is not the same thing did you feel satisfied that our own efforts what both wanted.
glad it did it very expensive to buy the pills to help you stay alive, is not the same as cheering just because you're alive.
And yes, all these examples are directly related, but-and this is important eye-l difference is in how to approach the happiness you feel ... if you focus on the material, believe me, you're never satisfied.
Perhaps when you have nothing is easier to understand how you can be happy with little.
Perhaps, out of nowhere comes the appreciation when something makes you smile.
Perhaps it is not feasible to be unhappy when you're so poor.
Or maybe it is shameful to be unhappy when you have it all.
Actually, I do not know, do any of you that read these lines you know?
's not easy to understand why he is happy and why not ... For me, the perpetual happiness is that you feel when you remember what made you happy, is to move you to the moment where you codeaste with happiness and You took his hand in gratitude ... You think about what you feel when you hug your mother, that time long ago, and no longer remember why. You travel into the past of feeling, no matter what.
Happiness is feeling ... is to feel what you felt, you feel it again.
perpetual happiness never was and never will ... material happiness is that you keep silent and suspicion, that happiness is not worth a penny, do you feel without touching, is what it is and not see ...
Happiness, yes, nine letters that try to combine all our lives to feel, only that
When children came to Happy Home Stellah were all still very young.
When that empty building, which had previously been a hospital, home became the first blessed were twelve children in the region, which became part of a family called Happy Home, and, over time, the family was growing.
progressively became the twelve children in twenty-two, and then became the twenty-two twenty-five, to be later, thirty, and finally turned into thirty-two brothers and sisters, beyond genetics, yes, and more here in the living, too.
Over the years, the children met many people from different countries who also became part of his family, from the moment in which they-Children-began to call " Aunty "or" Uncle. "
One day a young man decided to take road to that place, that family and life that can live only when it is in Happy Home.
Thousands of miles, many nights, days, shooting stars, birds flush the infinite sky, clouds of hope, huge land, land ... land eaten. Venezuelan
She had spent much time traveling on a white horse made of steel and sailed across the sky for hours, minutes and seconds of anxiety, to finally reach that place far, far away and was home to thirty and two African children whom she would visit, and who would give without expecting anything in exchange, the best stories, for her to tell many people from distant kingdoms, and so those people would be able to feel, breathe, look, listen and enjoy this history,-children who were sure- many will fall in love.
After living a month in the distant meadow where was located the Happy Home Orphanage, the girl who had come from very far away, more specifically from a kingdom called Venezuela, he had learned much about the culture, traditions and how of life that children and adults who were in charge, the days passed.
She had learned how important it was to greet people day after day and if I had not seen in weeks. She also knew the importance of the church in the lives of Africans, and was quite surprised by the devotion, faith and gratitude that many, who had absolutely nothing material in the world gave to God. The girl knew what it meant getting up early in the morning to go to work - no matter what: fetching water, going to school, selling vegetables on the street, sewing, being taxi, driving the land, cooking ... - he understood that in life was not doing things to make them faster but just that. The young children had known very mature for his age had, children responsible, and admirable, children playing to be adults, adults living in the body of children. But-not to mention the end of this paragraph, less important, above all things, she could understand how a family could be founded by several members of different families, and the like, could be based on love and respect neighbor.
The Happy Home orphanage children had a routine of coexistence based on household activities, learning the basics for survival, and school attendance, to nourish the hope of a promising future. However, when August came, children's school closed for holidays, and they, they went to visit some relatives, leaving, the young Venezuelan, living in the house of the nurse working at the orphanage for three weeks.
During those three weeks, the young Venezuelan managed to devise activities to be performed when the children were back in their home, which was also home to her. Also, she took care in making a dollhouse for the girls to play with the freedom to transform what had been established with bases in Western culture of the young Venezuelan, giving him an African touch. The girls put on fabrics furniture small house, and attach the cardboard walls, to the best African style, which is why, she felt quite proud Venezuelan. On the other hand, and accompanied by Liesbet "Another young man who had come from far, far away to visit the children of Happy Home, the young Venezuelan-built from cardboard boxes and sheets of paper in the style safari Masaai Mara, in which the boys really enjoyed playing.
But what else did the young Venezuelan during the three weeks of absence from the children of Happy Home orphanage, was strange.
When he finally returned, the young Venezuelan felt very happy to be back at home we all had left a little less than a month, and which had become mere walls, without the voices of children laughing, or noise that made the play.
On August 25 the young Venezuelan met twenty-four years old, for that reason, she decided to show the children of Happy Home Orphanage, the manner in which birthdays are celebrated in Venezuela.
She made a piñata, which is the traditional way with people living in the countries of Latin America to celebrate birthdays, but is more common in children's parties.
addition, Liesbet - The other young man helped the young Venezuelan schedule a series of seven games that the children would have to play all day, so, they discover the secret word of the party, which at dusk, ended up being, piñata.
Happy Home Children really enjoyed playing games like Bingo, Twister, Tom and Jerry ... In addition to the celebration in general.
At the end of the day, everyone went to bed very tired but a great day to remember.
When children came to Happy Home, they all were still very young.
When that empty building, which had previously been a hospital, became a home, the first blessed were twelve children of the region, who were the first ones to be part of a family called Happy Home. And, with the passage of time, the family grew.
Gradually, the twelve children became twenty-two, and then the twenty-two children became in twenty-five, to be later, thirty, and, eventually, those thirty kids, became thirty-two brothers and sisters, beyond genetics, yes, and very nearby of the living, too.
Over the years, the children met many people from different countries who also became part of their family, from the exact moment they -Children- began to call "Aunty" or "Uncle."
One day a young woman decided to take road to that place, to that family and that life that a person can live only when it is in Happy Home.
Thousands of miles, many nights, days, shooting stars, birds flush infinite sky, clouds of hope, enormous land, rotting land ... land.
The young Venezuelan, had spent much time traveling on a white horse made of steel and sailed through the sky for hours, minutes and seconds of anxiety, to finally get to that place far, far away, where was the home of the thirty- two African children whom she visited. Children who told to the young Venezuelan -without expecting anything in return- the best of the stories, so that she could tell that story to many people from distant kingdoms, and so, these people would be able to feel, breathe, look, listen and enjoy the story of -The children were sure- many people fall in love.
After living a month in the distant meadow where was located the Happy Home Orphanage, the girl who had come from very far away, more specifically from a kingdom called Venezuela, had learned much about the culture, traditions and way of life with children and adults who were in charge of them, lived every day.
She had learned how important it was to greet people every day, as if she had not seen them in weeks. She also knew the importance of the church in the lives of Africans, and she was absolutely amazed by the devotion, faith, and gratitude that many -Those who had absolutely nothing material in the world- gave to God. The girl also knew what it meant to get up early in the morning to go to work -No matter in what: fetch water, go to school, selling vegetables on the street, sewing, being a taxi driver, driving the land, cook… – She, also, understood that life was not about to do things fast, it was about do the things, just that.
The young Venezuelan had known very mature children for their age, children responsible and admirable, children playing at being adults, adults living in the body of children. But, -And not to mention the end of this paragraph, less important- above all those things, she could understand how a family could be founded by several members of different families, and how, could be based on love and respect neighbor.
The children of Happy Home orphanage, had a routine of coexistence based on household activities, learning the basics for survival, and school attendance, to feed the hope of a brighter future. But when August came, the children's school closed for holidays, and they went to visit some relatives, leaving to the young Venezuelan, living in the home of a nurse who works in the orphanage for three weeks.
During those three weeks, the young Venezuelan managed to devise activities to do when the children were back in their home, which was also her home. Also, she put much effort into making a dollhouse for the girls to play with the freedom to transform what had been established bases in Western culture of the young Venezuelan, giving it an African touch. The girls put paintings on the furniture in the small house, and docked the cardboard walls, in the best African style, which is why the young Venezuelan felt quite proud. On the other hand, and accompanied by Liesbet -Another young woman who had come from far, far away to visit the children of Happy Home- the young Venezuelan built from cardboard boxes and sheets of paper in the style safari Masaai Mara, in which the boys enjoyed a lot while playing.
When they finally returned, the young Venezuelan was very very happy to go home everyone had left for just under a month, and that had become mere walls, without the voices of children laughing, or noise that they made when they are playing.
On 25 August the young Venezuelan met twenty-four years old, for that reason, she decided to show the children of Happy Home Orphanage, the way that birthdays are celebrated in Venezuela.
She made a piñata, which is the most traditional way with people living in the countries of Latin America to celebrate birthdays, although it is more common in children's parties.
In addition, Liesbet -The other young woman- helped the young Venezuelan to schedule a series of seven games that the children would have to play all day, to discover the secret word of the party, which at nightfall, they knew it was: piñata.
Happy Home children really enjoyed playing games like Bingo, Twister, Tom and Jerry ... In Addition to the celebration in general.
At the end of the day, everyone Went to bed very tired But a great day to remember.
