Met overwhelming people, (seeing them soon!) and came back with butterflies in my stomach and a head full of dreams. Over there, everyone is seeming to enjoy life, living with a small quantity of water or in houses which can break down at any moment. But weirdly, i noticed all these people were so much happier than we are, being aware that every little thing they have is a precious gift and that nothing comes to you without work. our belongings are what make us a rich country, but not a precious-minded one. In Nairobi, try to say hello to anyone across streets, and he'll answer joyfully. In paris, people will only look at you like you're a strange creature landed on Earth a few hours ago. Always smiling, more generous than us but nevertheless so much poorer, they taught me one lesson i bet i'll never forget ; belongings don't make you a better-minded person, they only increase your individualism, making you suspicious, making you care more for objects or for your house than for the ones who love you. I've been comforted in my idea that all "developed" countries should learn a lesson from the poor ones, should be taught that money will never make true happiness and the only happiness you'll ever get with money will be a very short-timed one. That's why i smile when i hear them all talking about studying, about buying a house and having kids. I'd only want to travel, never worry about what others may think and dying like it's was written up there i would. living my own independent life, far from our society and never depending on money to be happy, but on the people i'd meet and the places i'd go. I think they'd call it a "refuse of growing up".
