The english language is failing me right now. Not because nearly no one speaks english here, but because of how much has happened in merely 3 days. Just the stories of people I met today would take multiple blog posts.
What does it mean to actually tell someone’s story? Isn’t it just my attempt to wrap my head around someone else’s life and somehow try to convey what has happened? Does what has happened even matter, or is what is happening right now the most important? Or is it like that cliche quote that everyone says about how it’s the journey that’s important not the destination, with people’s past being the journey and their present the destination? Does the answer to any of these questions even matter?
I really don’t know, but I don’t think that really matters either. All I know is that I am surrounded by millions of people and each of them has a story…and each of them is important. Whether it be my two new Salvadoran roommates who are trying to learn English or my new friends who I met in the nearby gang prison who destroyed me in futbol.
This might sound random, but the mountains here are beautiful. They are also deadly because they aren’t mountains…they’re active volcanoes. I don’t know much about how they came to be that way and I don’t much care to find out. All I know is that the way they are is the way that I am meant to see them, and that is enough for me.
The people here are beautiful. They can also be dangerous because they have been through a lot of hurt and pain and tougher times than I could ever imagine. I don’t know exactly what they have all been through, but I don’t have to to truly love them. All I know is that they way they are is the way that I am meant to see them, and that is enough for me for now:)
