(Bali: Part 3/4)
Where’s somewhere you’ve traveled to that’s changed your entire perspective of the world?
warned us, “Bali, you’ll love it and hate it.” Ain't that the truth. More than I ever imagined.
The rural Bali we saw is so far removed from the daily reality that most people I know live in, that I don’t know where to begin other than to say, “you’d have to see it for yourself.” Because here, especially in Medewi, the beauty and the grime of the world are so raw, so in your face, so easily discernible, that you begin to love the honest truth of it. That life is hard. That we all want the same simple joys of a good meal and to surround ourselves with nature and the ones we love.
As a monolingual, think-I’m-a-badass American with a “tough childhood” I can tell you, Bali reminded me how soft and spoiled I truly am. And I appreciate it for that, because it makes me fly home appreciating that I can be soft, while also motivating me to find simplicity in life because while money certainly buys you options—it doesn’t buy happiness. And that’s the beauty I found here, sincere smiles and excitement over seeing our big family all traveling together and that we travel so far to enjoy their small village and great wave. Because let’s face it, for so many in Medewi, that wave is their life force. That might be the only thing that makes them excited to jump out of bed, and that’s enough. I may complain about locals pushing beginners into waves and ending my stoke but I know damn well that’s how they feed their own kids and I’d do the same thing if I was in that situation.
Like I will describe tomorrow, it’s not about being rude or mean, it’s about survival.
We so easily complicate our lives with instant gratification and quick fixes, so thank you Bali for reminding me to chill out more.