I was sitting on the train to get to the airport, and a man woke up from his sleep in a frantic pace asking if we what stop we were at? It appears he woke up suddenly and thought he had missed his connection. It was then that we started talking about cultures and the hot or coolness of the places we have lived and were both trying to assimilate and understand with the country we were in. he had 26 years of trying to grasp it, I had a few years, yet we were both culturally perplexed with how the local culture seemed more closed off and separated than from what we were both used to.
“it is simply cold here. and I have been here 26 years, yet, I never can get a sense or feeling of home here. it is so cold here. i have no other way to say it.”
I smiled and had to agree as what I have run into has been a world more about walls and spaces in a chocolate box where nothing actually touches each other. It is the best description I can give to it. You have everything in a beautiful chocolate box, each piece of chocolate has its space and place, and never the two shall touch or meet outside of that space.
Where I grew up, it was merely a given that a neighbor or someone needed anything from a cup of sugar, a tool, or help – simply asked, and people usually helped. It is not the same where I was. for some reason it might appear there is more of an emphasis on looking perfect and having everything just right – yet – inside or behind the scenes everyone doesn’t want to talk about, or ignores the reality beyond the façade that one creates.
I am not sure why Akbar was put in my life for the train ride? I commented that everything was so pretty, yet, I asked, “where is life? The Joie de Vivre? He smiled and let out a laugh and wondered if the people were simply trained, raised, or taught what they knew, yet, everyone was afraid to ask, “why?” to the reason they were so reserved.
I do ask, “why?” often in my life. It is because I am actually interested in understanding more, particularly when there are so much diversity and the difference between the people and the various geographic spaces on the planet. One does their best to follow, “when in Rome, do as the Romans.” yet, when it comes to an understanding a foreign system, it will take time and when you come from a place where you are encouraged to try and go for a dream. Here you are in a situation where making a chance or having the possibility to fail is frowned upon – it is not a great mixture to blend smoothly together. In some respects,, the two are immiscible like oil and vinegar for a salad dressing.
As for now, I will continue on to keep trying to learn, grow, and understand. The truth is all I can control is looking into myself and looking around to change myself. The more I look at the world and study it, it seems more of a minority is trying to really do the work of change of self-insides. The majority is too busy pointing fingers at each other expressing how wrong their ideas and views are.
I took a nap with some construction workers at the airport. I am just tired, I think they might have been sleeping off a few too many pints from last night. Seems abnormal behavior for work to me, but this is yet another country, culture, and way of life. perhaps it is more common and accepted here? I really don’t know.
what I do know is the people are a bit warmer than where I was.