Life felt like it was finally on track
going in the right direction.
How can one week change a trajectory?
One week spent in a poor desolate country.
One week surrounded by beautiful despair.
A week of face to face with the harsh realities of life.
Not my life, but others.
The majority, maybe.
And suddenly there are questions.
Questions about my life direction.
Questions without answers.
-Cynic Ninja
