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...I chased ambitions to 1) show my greatness, 2) be better than you, 3) find identity. Now that I'm a little older, I'm aware of this and attempt at nobler motivations: 1) love, 2) compassion, 3) enjoyment. Yet... It's a wrestle! In the shadow of where I stand are the remnants of my childhood ambitions, still vying for their place. Dangling right before my eyes are also the archetypes of what I wish would always fuel me. Both tug and tug and tug at me. I've noticed I'm always deeply grateful for the lessons of every inner war - even unwilling to trade the painful journey. And yet within the throes of each new battle, it seems I scrape for the wisdom to remember what I learned last time around. ...

I witnessed it to a degree I never had in my life while in Haiti. It's one thing to be amidst absolute poverty. And it's a whole other thing to couple it with poverty in spirit and aspiration. Is this the walking dead? But like the way pain makes us understand joy, what I witnessed gave me new appreciation for the beauty of a human being who dreams and chases that dream. To be human is to dream. Tap your human potential. It's a noble, noble pursuit.                            "Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them." -Oliver Holmes                                                                              ...

We were sitting around the table in Deschapelles, Haiti, tonight talking to Karen about her 20 orphans. They range from 1 to 11, and so the problems with her 11 year-old are not exactly the problems with her 1 year-old...

...or you might lose hope. We drove around areas of Haiti today, and I couldn't help but feel hopeless. The first thing you think is, "Why do these people keep having babies?!" And it's dirty. And guys look at you like all they want is sex. The amount that needs to be done to bring this country up to speed is beyond what I can fathom. And white people have mostly messed it up more. I asked myself, why did you come, why do you care, maybe this isn't for you? And I still don't have answers, per se. But tonight, my viewfinder got smaller. I fed 'Tit Luc his yogurt, a 7 year-old orphan boy with cerebral palsy and limited arm use, and we giggled as I flew airplane spoonfuls into his mouth. While I was eating some stew, he moseyed over to my guitalele and started playing it with his feet....

Haitians keep calm in chaos. Someone scrambles to take my bag, Daniel says no without a grimace. A motorcyclist cuts us off, we almost hit him, Daniel only utters a calm something under his breath. When life is obviously imperfect before his eyes, he knows to carry on anyway. I wonder what would happen if we weren't so disillusioned by the idea of perfection....

Have you ever wondered what you'd think of God if you were born into another environment on planet earth? If you were raised in India or Indonesia, would your faith perspective naturally incline toward something different from mine, a girl cropped in Christian Canada? I think so. I think I'd be foolish to deny that social constructs, that certain norms of my society, have shaped my particular faith perspective, my thinking that Jesus is the real deal. To an outside observer, who objectively analyzes, I'm a Christian based on my social constructs. To myself, who objectively and subjectively analyzes, I'm a Christian based on my social constructs and the curious disruption taking the leap of faith has created (which was promoted by my social constructs or God, depending on your perspective). Hmmm. Having an imaginary friend named Jesus has collided a weird sort of world (the Kingdom of God?) with the world before my eyes, and...