Reality People

So lately I’ve been realizing my goal in life is to make people feel uncomfortable, to make them squirm in their seats and to make them rethink how they are living life. 

For instance, lately with the release of The Hunger Games and in a few months the premiere of Catching Fire I’ve heard a lot of people complaining and being surprised that a book that violent has become such a success. So to those people I hear complain about how inhumane the book is and how inappropriate it is, I simply see it as an opportunity to strike them with reality. Because the truth is, child soldiers are real. Sure the Hunger Games is a fictional story in a different land and time, but the idea of child soldiers is not something new. In fact currently there are estimated 250,000 children around the world who are taken against their will, taken away from their families, some used to kill their own families, and then forced to live a grueling, fearful and painful life. 

So for those of you that keep bashing this ‘hypothetical world where children are used to fight to the death against other children’ use that anger to drive you to support a cause that is fighting to save REAL child soldiers.

-soul searcher

Sleep

Sleep. We all do it, we all need it, but why is it that I struggle with it?

I don’t struggle with sleeping, once I’m asleep I am OUT, I can sleep for 12 hours multiple days in a row. However every night, without fail I lay in bed tossing and turning, my brain acts as an internet window that has hundreds of tabs open, I crave running, I’m hungry, everything in me says get up it’s not time to sleep there’s too much to think about. WHY BRAIN?? Why must I contemplate the meaning of life at 1 am in the morning? It makes waking up for work so difficult, even on days when I am barely making it through, walking around like a zombie, as soon as my head hits the pillow my brain goes, yay forget sleep let’s stay up late.

And most of all you may be wondering, what are you thinking about at 1 am in the morning? Honestly sometimes I don’t even know, maybe it’s about a funny pin I saw on pinterest, or trying to dissect something someone said to me, but the majority of the time, my brain swarms with pictures of far away lands, people who I have never met, new and exotic foods and the undying need to find justice in the world. 

And so I have come to the conclusion that I was meant for another country, because obviously my body is naturally meant for another time zone. I think I will keep that answer for my sleeping problems. Sleeping problems? What sleeping problems? I was just meant to live on the other side of the globe.

P.S. I realize this is totally illogical but bear with me as I navigate this life and continue to figure out who I am and who God has called me to be, even if it means sleepless nights dreaming of the future

-soul searcher

         Today, more than most days, I am missing the land of red dirt, squatty potties and the children who changed my life forever. Growing up as a TCK (third-culture kid) I had a difficult time understanding who I was and where I belonged, for I am not just one culture, but a soul made up of multiple nations, a melodious mixture of cultures, customs and languages. I don’t know which language is my mother tongue, I do not know what culture or customs I favor or feel I belong, yet the day I stepped off the plane and my feet planted themselves in Uganda, I knew my soul had found it’s home. There was a song in my heart that I could now not only hear, but also understand. There I was, an American girl, of Norwegian descent, who grew up in South America with a heart who longed for the plains of Africa. The sound of monkeys scurrying about woke me in the mornings, the sound of rats and bats screeching along the boards of the roof kept me up at night, yet with each sunrise and sunset there was a peace in me I had never felt.

        Yet it was not just the majestic beauty of the land that captured my heart, but the sheer magnificent radiance of the people who spoke to me in a language that I for once finally understood. With a simple hug, smile or kind touch I began to understand what love truly was, it was not defined by the fact that we were two people of different places, of different people, of different languages and cultures, for none of that mattered. In the eyes of a child I was just another friend, another soul to share in the joys of laughter.  Until the day that I am able to arrive back “home”, I will continue to hold and treasure in my heart the feeling of true contentment, not just in life, but in myself, that God had put another piece of the puzzle together in my life and had revealed to me truths that I will continue to marvel at until the day I die. But as for now, I will cherish these memories and know that I for one have been created to love and to love unconditionally.

-soul searcher