Madagascar

Recently I've been thinking about Madagascar, especially considering that very soon it will have been a year since I was at that beach and that I met Soafaly, the man who was so kind to me on the beach that day.

It stresses me out quite a lot to know that a year ago I was experiencing such surreal things, seeing new animals, new lands, new people, and that now I feel quite immobile. It scares me to think that my peak was last year and that "it'll never be as good as..." but I've had that thought many times and always have had it crushed by the reality of my luck.

I suppose that part of it is that in Madagascar it was so easy to be in a position to help. In America, I have to think first of how to help myself in order to attain a position to help others. That makes me feel like I'm not doing anything good for those around me, and I dislike this feeling.

I know that there are many places that could use my help in terms of time or donations, but most places that I've investigated make it particularly difficult to find a way to physically help rather than just throw a few dollars into their funds. And at the same time, I can't afford to donate as much time as they request when I find opportunities.

I guess, though, that if someone wants to do something they'll find a way to do it and I'd better stop moping.

I miss Madagascar. I just want to make the person who I became there proud.