The lost little child..

Just returned from Nepal and it has really got me thinking..

A small begging boy whom was hanging outside of store caught us whilst we was buying snacks tipsy after to many cocktails at Tom and Gerry’s bar in Kathmandu and we bought him a box of biscuits.. We then read that it is advised not to do this as the kids then sell the biscuits back to shops or give them to their pimp whom does it for them and gives them drugs as a swap.. The following days saw us seeing him smoking cigarettes (he was about 7?)a few days after sniffing glue.. When you have nothing what is your purpose in life? I have met many poor people on my trips to India and Nepal and many are the richest people I have ever met, they are wise and they have taught me so much about my indulgent western habits and enabled me to grow as a person as I changed this values. So this little fella got me confused on my original thoughts, our wrong doings when we feel we are helping and what is needed to make changes.

How must that lad feel inside to give up his food for drugs.. Many run away from the orphanages as they can make so much more quick cash begging and they just to young and unwise to consider the future. But what can outsiders do, I have no experience of having no family and feeling hungry to the point where it is so painful I would rather wipe my body of the pain with drugs. Yes I have had some really sh*t times and used drink and drugs to hide my emotions and forget my pain and confusion but that doesn’t give me the right to say I understand or think as a westerner I can throw money at the kid and sort his life out so what is needed.

Our hopes and dreams and respect for our life has to come from ourselves. This is harder when we have no one around us to remind us of this and only some of us our born wise enough to connect with this truth that is natural and within us all and what I believe is the natural richness I was talking about earlier that I have found in many people on my travels.

I am very lucky to have a man in my life that inspires me daily. His hardships have become his strength and his story is nothing but awe inspiring and all his achievements came from his desire to win, to look after those he loved and a knowing that something else was out there for him.. So why has this little one lost his way.. why have you lost your way.. and how do we get it back..

I am not sure but I am working on it too but maybe it is only the me, myself and I that has the answer we just don’t stand still long enough to be brave enough to allow ourselves to hear it

With Love

xxx