Its funny, this world. How everything is. On one hand, there is the decadent extravagance of countries oosing with deep pocket resources: boomtown charlie economies; lands of milk, honey, and some say, oil; stable governments that take steady step after steady step. The rich seem to get richer- or at the least, remain somewhat stable- even in today’s wary economic, political and social complexion. Then there are countries like The Other Land. Like Dafur. Like Chad. Countries that make the human soul weep.
Its been a pensive few days for this girl, for some reason. And as she spends time considering he world events, she’s invariably been stunned by how dark the human soul can get: Who have we become? Her friends tell her that she should really be used to reading of the grand atrocities that have and are taking place; she is, after all, a political science graduate who wrote her thesis on war. But, each story, each new name, each new face; places she’s never visited and probably never will, people she doesn’t know with a past and future beyond her control- all impact her spirit, heart and soul. Even if its just a tiny jab.
But the tiny jabs add up and finally things came to a head today- amidst reading personal interviews from Dafur, no less- and she caved (probably in part from her having a fever, the long days she’s been keeping, her lack of sleep and her general emo-ness) and cried for the children who would never know of innocence, for the fathers who have to hawk of their daughters for tomorrow’s meal, for the mothers who sit helplessly and wait for that sliver of hope that never comes.
Almost like kismet, a friend sent this girl a link to a youtube video with a simple message that said that it was for “days that needed that little extra pick me up.” And she watched it. And watched it again, and again, and again. And each time she clicked that little replay button and watch Matt dance all over the world, she felt a little better. And realized that maybe, sometimes all she needed to have, was a little more faith.

Such an INFP you
oh, yes I am… sigh…
Take it easy yea, don’t take the weight of the whole world on your shoulders ok?