Here I Go Again

I’ve been reading a lot lately. Lots of different books. On some level, each one I read helps to heal all things from the past.

Eat, Pray, Love was a fantastic book that I could identify with on some levels. For instance, the need to escape, to heal, to explore, to find something.

A Thousand Splendid Suns set in Afghanistan gave me so much insight into the plight of women and the suffering that has occurred there for decades and decades. It made me appreciate being born and raised where I was, that I didn’t have to suffer through such horrors, such grief, such an intense feeling of permanent unknowingness. It also taught me that love can exceed many of life’s trials and tribulations.

Confessions of an Economic Hitman, while taken with  a grain of salt, allowed me some perspective of the atrocities first world countries commit against third world, developing countries. How we use them for everything we can and watch as they fall into decline.

Gaviotas showed me that beauty, love, compassion, invention, progress, ingenuity can, indeed, all survive in a corrupt country. Such a beautifully stunning village, full of artists and scientist, who have created utopia (or topia as they like to call it) on earth in a war torn, drug laden country gives me hope that sustainable development and human compassion can exist everywhere on this earth. It gives me hope.