Current status: Sitting at the beach in Costa Rica
We woke up before 6 am, the sound of the waves beckoning us toward the shore. My sister got up to walk right outside our door– a pristine stretch of beach with waves percolating, the convulsing motion of foam like chariots charging to the shore, waking up the town. I woke up right after to peer at the world outside– our world today consists of the beach, coconut trees and tree houses.
As we slowly woke up to the day, the sun on the rise from a distance, we sat right underneath the tree house lodge in which we were staying. Between cups of coffee, we connected to our other reality– one that consisted of checking emails, attending to the demands of daily life. We started talking about the beauty of the country, the happiness of its people and the common sense of community here.
With omelets and toast later, my sister and I began to talk about our trip thus far– the beauty of the country, the happiness of the people, the communal sense of the natural environment. We talked about such topics in parallel to our lives.. from our childhood in Manila, the forces that shaped our life in the States, as well as our shared travels. We talked about passions, both individual and shared, and our conversation led to the need to make a difference: positively impact the places we’ve been in. What else can we do to make others’ lives better, aside from volunteering. There’s a certain sense of duty we feel to reach out to those in need and do something of consequence. More than anything else, this inclination is derived from the gratitude we feel for course of events, some random, some controlled, that has placed us where we are now– educated First World residents with the means to travel, with more resources than others even if sometimes we think we have so little, with even many more reasons to go out there and make this world a better place.