By Kathryn James
As I sit here with Rosie one hour before everyone is awake, I look into the Himalayas, reminding myself that every time my mind wanders I should be in the moment. Forgetting that time, missing certain foods, and thinking about what friends are doing at home all contribute to me not being in the moment.
This trip has challenged me mentally—both mental and physical exhaustion, an excess of travel and jet lag. Jet lag hit me like a train this year. It was a hard tdecision to make: should I sleep on the bus or stay awake, look out the windows to the towns, colors, people working—and all the puppies. I looked out the window. I paid attention to how the mountains are all angled, wanting to touch them all myself. It made me think about my family and how much I wish they were all here to experience all these opportunities with me. This puts me up to the task of living for all of them—living for my parents, grandparents, and brother, living for the ones you love so they can experience what you do.
back to basics—
Suman’s house is made out of cinder blocks and wood: a simple structure with normal features we would see in a western built house; slots of wood make up the windows and stacked pieces of cement secure the structure—a simple and logical build. Why do we avoid the natural, simple things in life? We are always removed, covered in plastics, preserving a fake lifestyle. We rush to put braces on kids’ teeth, train kids in six different sports so they can be the best and most well-rounded. We have a society that believes if a child has too much energy or too much curiosity it is best to dull their spirit with controlling medications so that child is able to maintain the (100 MPH, fake) lifestyle and meet our version of perfection. But where is this taking us? It seems most high school students are tired and depressed, not curious or interested in their studies. If that is the case, wouldn’t it do us some good to go back to basics, promote some curiosity and love of life? What is the point of “perfect” if no one really enjoys it?
It takes a village—
A simple touch is a sign of love. Humans crave the feelings to love and to be loved by others. Talking to the locals who spend 365 days a year in Agora, it seems that they all have a sense of love for one another, nature, animals—even the soil that grows their food. The phrase “it takes a village” explains Agora in the simplest way. All love and care for one another, whether through sharing land, food, or taking care of each other’s children. All of these actions are love. This past week was spent with our host families showing their love. Every night we would gather at our respective families homes, having conversations and trying to help cook. The people of Agora have been so welcoming. That’s love too.
Driving through the busy streets of New Delhi I saw many chickens stuffed into cages on the back of a cart. Feathers flying everywhere, I realized this particular scene was a great metaphor for Delhi: crowded. I was on the bus for the majority of the day, looking out the window, observing the bright colors, loud sounds, and bitter smells.
At home I get so busy that I often forget about all the moving parts around me. I miss opportunities by not paying attention. On a normal day I run to school, complete my four 75 minute classes, and sprint to lacrosse practice. Then I drive home at 6:00PM. I realize this is a frantic way to live life. I love participating in global education trips because they allow me to catch my breath. The constant run of home drains me physically and emotionally. Traveling to India allows me to notice how special life is and how important it is to love to live. While I’m often busy, it’s important to sometimes take the time to realize all the special moving parts and to realize all the opportunities amongst us.