"It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside. Sometimes it's not easy to hide... I don't have much money, but boy if I did, I would buy a big house where, we both could live...." Ya, this is one of the Elton John songs that I always seem to sing and practice with my guitar and yes, forget the lyrics and strum horrifically, but the point is I love my friends and beneficiaries in Cambodia and I wish I could help them more. That is never ending I suppose, but it doesn't make it any less significant. I have been apart of some great environmental projects lately at work where I have gained respect and more self-respect (who knew) enough to feel confident and alive in my decisions, or at least stronger than before. I have a deep appreciation for my manager and his ability to foster the best out of me, and I believe he feels the same most of the time! I speak out in workshops and my word carry's weight. Bloody hell, must be the grey hair and the articulation that are both growing. The last few months from my last post brought me to a few provinces, but I tend to prefer to revert to my home province as the travel lag is excessive with 10 hours being too long in a bus anymore. The natural world up here is in small pockets, I love my time in the hills and the lake. I don't feel compelled to worry about the future, but are planning for good things. I have great ambitions to still pursue further higher education, and still zoning in on environmental issues like disaster management. Whether it comes or whether it goes, life is upon us, and only one knows, where you want for family and love, as caressing the mind eased, is sole purposely pleased. Yes, I am happy again I will say. Thriving and willing to continue this calling of aiding my brothers and sisters of the earth. I still need a lot of help to reach my financial CUSO goal which still seems so far out of reach. An unattainable dream. Sorry, you caught me at a peaceful moment when I wrote this. If you are anxious it may sound annoying, or if you have caffeine in your system you may want me to get to a point, but then again, that isn't what Cambodia is about.
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