What are the lessons learned from six months in Rwanda?
What do you take away from a country, a people and a place that you feel like you've never really left... or that you left such an important piece of you there, you never fully came home.
How do you find meaning in what happened; find hope and strength and inspiration from the work you poured your soul into?
How do you come home after an experience that tested the mettle and courage and resurfaced all of the fears that you've ever had to deal with to answer the question everyone asks when someone gets home from an adventure...
"Well. How was it?"
These questions emerged over the half year I spent in Rwanda, and the more I thought about it, the more I realize we may never have the answers. Heck, like my friend once pointed out, we may not even have the right questions. And that's starting to become okay with me. There's no easy answers, no simple cliche's that will solve the thoughts that have resurfaced in the land of a thousand hills.
But this came close. Halfway through the trip, a sentence arrived from a closely distant friend.
"We're doing it, Rav," it read. "We're living our dreams."
At the heart of these questions, through the answers we maybe will never find and the world we'll never completely understand, maybe the lesson of this whole journey... is this simple. We. Are living. Our dreams. We're doing what we feel is right. We're going to try and make this world a better place when we leave. This, I believe, is my purpose in all of this.
So please, go ahead. Ask me how it was. I may not have the answer your looking for, or any answer at all for that matter. But I hope the smile that flickers across my face when I think of Rwanda in that instance is enough to give you a glimpse of a place and an experience I could never fully articulate.
It was... exactly how it was. Exactly how it was supposed to be. It was...
A Moment in Rwanda.
A Moment in Rwanda.
Live the Dream,
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