Leaving is a joyous occasion worth celebration. It’s not a sad party, but a happy one. One full of encouragement, good wishes, reflections, and excitement.
If you don’t leave, how can you get anywhere?
Leaving means new, different, change, excitement, intrigue, difficulty, movement, travel, growth.
A flowing river provides clean water.
A stagnant pond festers and becomes undrinkable.
People are the same way.
My projects over now. I’ve still got more to finish and all, but I’ve done what I can and am going to do in South Africa this trip. All in all it was a successful trip. I didn’t change the world. I didn’t fix the worst problems the world faces. I helped a handful of schools get connected to the internet. I helped re-vamp computer labs that just needed a little knowledgeable attention. I brought new motivation for utilizing the resources at hand that are being neglected. I’ve put a piece in the puzzle which is the education of thousands of children. I gave an opportunity that wasn’t previously available.
I met Zulu’s, Indians, Afrikaners, British, German, Dutch, Scandinavians, Australians, Nepalese, Americans, and more. I’ve learned in depth the traditions and lifestyle of the Zulu’s. I reaffirmed my distaste for colonialism. I grew as a photographer, and a person. I took some amazing photos. I travelled and worked in areas many South Africans have never been. I had one hell of a vacation.
Did I actually make a difference in the world? Probably not. Did I make a difference to a few peoples lives? I believe so. Did I waste a bunch of time and money doing something that sounds important, but just makes me feel better about myself? Maybe.
Does it matter? Not really.
I left Eshowe to return or not. I’m leaving Durban now. To return or not. I’m leaving Cape Town in a week. To return or not. Does it matter? Not really. But it’s exciting. I’m ready.
Ready to move on.
To change direction
To keep moving forward
To go back
To come home
So I can leave again.
