I know I always talk so philosophically in my blogs, but you're probably all used to it by now so I'll just continue with the theme. I'm currently sitting in the lobby of our hotel talking to a man from Libya. He's telling me stories as to why he is here and I can't help but think about all the things I take for granted. I've complained about a lot of things that don't really matter in my life when really I should be thankful that I'm even alive. He's telling me of how he came to Rhodes seeking refuge from Gadaffi and how he and his family are here for medical treatment from bomb injuries that were set off during the war in his home country. The entire time were sharing stories I'm thinking in my head "This guy had this leg blasted into pieces and I'm here complaining about how I'm missing multiple pairs of socks?!" I feel like the lesson of be thankful" that my momma has always reminded me of somehow got lost in my mind. He tells me that he's lucky to be out of there and that he's living a lot better than most of his friends and family back home. As I hear him slowly typing next to me to his family back home in Libya, I can't help but wonder what classifies as "living the good life".
Memories are flashing back to the days when I used to live back home in the Philippines. We were dirt poor, but we were well off than a lot of our friends and families. We had a lot less than we do now but our wealth was in our relationships. When I first moved into the Unites States, were were one step above dirt poor and again, it was our relationships with our friends and family that made life magical. Now that I'm a bit older and on the path to discoverin myself I realize that living "the good life" is not about the things that you posses or the material wealth that you accumulate; it's about the treasures you find in yourself and in other people around you. It's somewhat shameful to admit, but sometimes I forget to be thankful that I'm alive, healthy, and loved. I've had so many wonderful opportunities to do the things that I want and express myself that I seem to take this freedom for granted. I guess in short, "the good life" can be as simple as having a life to live.
When in Rhodes,
Khadijah
Memories are flashing back to the days when I used to live back home in the Philippines. We were dirt poor, but we were well off than a lot of our friends and families. We had a lot less than we do now but our wealth was in our relationships. When I first moved into the Unites States, were were one step above dirt poor and again, it was our relationships with our friends and family that made life magical. Now that I'm a bit older and on the path to discoverin myself I realize that living "the good life" is not about the things that you posses or the material wealth that you accumulate; it's about the treasures you find in yourself and in other people around you. It's somewhat shameful to admit, but sometimes I forget to be thankful that I'm alive, healthy, and loved. I've had so many wonderful opportunities to do the things that I want and express myself that I seem to take this freedom for granted. I guess in short, "the good life" can be as simple as having a life to live.
When in Rhodes,
Khadijah
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