If you are watching this, you are seeing my very first steps in a long journey for me in Anthropology and humanitarian efforts. We worked hands-on with a very small, indigenous community that had so much taken from them, both socially and environmentally, by government and illegal mining companies — and they fought back. Despite government corruption, overpowering forces, and disrespect on infinite levels, these people were able to gain back their ancestral lands, have their indigenous rights acknowledged, and become more self-sustaining.
I am so ridiculously lucky to have been a part of this. To think that without winning that scholarship, i would have never had an opportunity like this that has changed my life and worldly outlook so damn much. This is what I love to do, more than anything.
"Misery is wasted on the miserable.. You are a classic idiot. You think spending time with her, kissing her, having fun with her, you think that was what it was all about? That was love?”
"THIS is love; missing her because she’s gone, wanting to die.. you’re so lucky, you’re like a walking poem. Would you rather be some kind of fantasy, a Disney ride? Is that what you want? Don’t you see, THIS is the good part, this is what you’ve been digging for all this time; now you finally have it in your hands, this sweet nugget of love. Sweet, sad love.. and you want to throw it away, you’ve got it all wrong."
"I thought this was the bad part."
"No, the bad part is when you forget her. When you don’t care about her. When you don’t care about anything. The bad part is coming, so enjoy the heartbreak while you can, for God’s sakes!.. What I would give to have that feeling again.”
Back in this sleepy little town, Charlottesville. It’s my final year and I have so many feelings going every which way. I’m terrible with endings, so I guess instead of dwelling, I’ll say that I’m excited that I’m so close to starting the future I’ve always dreamed of and it’s scaring me in all the best ways.