I want to write… about something that even I don’t understand very well. But it’s something that keeps me busy every day. And I will try to explain what I think and feel.

It’s that thing, what’s still rest of what we are or rather what we were.

The quality of our lives isn’t that optimal anymore.

Just living, for being here, on this earth.  Just keeping busy with what we do without knowing why we are doing it, just because society ask it from us, just because we don’t know better.

It’s something we grew up with and we just accept how things develop.

For example, look at our food; we just buy it in packages. We see it as normal, but is it also?

If the food we like isn’t available anymore, we get angry or the whole day is ruined, or it doesn’t fit in our planning because we can’t cook the things we were supposed to cook.

But in the meanwhile we don’t think about how it is on the other side of the world.

Still, I believe those people have a better quality of live. They are in harmony with life, with nature, I believe.

I don’t mean that we have to chase animals with a club or bow and arrow, so that we can eat. But it’s how you live together as a human opposed to animals and Mother Nature.

ð  And most of all, how you can get the best out of yourself in our ‘short’ lives.

For example, a fisher village in Papua new Guinea. They fish every single day just to survive and they feel so lucky when they have had a good catch.  They can enjoy their meal on a different way that we do, they can eat their meal with dignity, feel proud and all together.

I think it connects people, and it’s something that was pretty normal back then.  Now, most of the people don’t say ‘hello’ anymore.

Some of you might say that it is hard for those people to live, to survive, and that’s true.

But for me, I believe I would be happier when I know I have lived, that I discovered things and worked hard for it.  That I did something during the time I am here on this earth. And that it was worth to do all those hard things instead of just going like everybody else with the flow of society, and after that, thinking what I was doing.

I would ask myself did I really have been seeing, or did I just had my eyes closed and step forward for all those years without seeing what lies next to me.