Experience

Hundreds of thousands of people travel to Africa, to India, to the hard places to change this world. They go to find themselves, to escape a dead world that keeps feasting on its own insecurities. People leave home, leave the United States in search of something better; they leave for the experience.

I am not sure which is better. To sit at home roasting in the comforts of home, fueling money into nations that need it or to get up and do something for three weeks in your life, see something that will forever change your life, your perspective. Wreck you, so that maybe, just maybe you will go home and tell people what you saw. No one should leave for the experience. I have my apprehensions towards short term trips but who I am to say that a person should not be sent. I know nothing. I have seen miracles and yet I still question whether people should go. We should all go. No matter how long, how short.

If I had it my way, we would sell everything. Everyone would sell everything. We would feast together as one community. The neighborhood of your closest friends that you dream of would be. We would all sit in the dirt. Experience would hurdle over the temporal and become eternal. We would always be encountering, always growing. Comfort would vanish and love would abound.