Pursuit of Sunshine

I miss yam chips and lemon fanta, and teaching Deaf kids and playing soccer in a skirt and toms, and getting caught in rainstorms and lost in the fields, and the love of so many, and the constant adventure, and the smiles of small children, and the beat of African drums.

I want to do it again, over and over and over.

I want to tell you something, but I don't have a clue where to start. It's impossible to tell you how desperate the situation is in our world, and I hardly know anything. I've never had to live it.

Think about those little boys in Slumdog Millionare. That lifestyle is not just a movie.

I'm so guilty of being sucked into our little consumer world we have built for ourselves--I mean, I won't deny my excitement when I got my new MacBook Pro :) --but I'm sorry when I remember none of that is real. My happiest days are the ones full of hugs and laughter. That's my source of sunshine.

Why can't we keep that and give up just a little, tiny, miniscule bit of the rest? Maybe give someone else a chance to smile and laugh too? A chance to pursue their own sunshine?