Finally done with all that traveling. What started off as a bid to throw myself in unfamiliar territory with a whole bunch of strangers doing things I don’t usually do ended off pretty well. The camp in malaysia and building houses in chiangmai are probably experiences that would not come easily again. Being away from home felt like a good break, and also a way to find out what are the things and people you miss most. The chiangmai trip really changed the way I saw many things, and I felt for once that it was possible to really make a difference in someone’s life. I’ve tried volunteering at so many organizations, and yet none gives the hands on experience that volunteers are really looking for. I grew frustrated and tried running my own fund-raising project, it was resounding success: but only because of the money raised – there was almost zero interaction with the beneficiaries, which left it completely unsatisfying for me. House-building however, was a real experience. One sees the horrific living conditions and make a silent promise to change them, you see the optimism of people despite their poverty, you learn that any pursuit of a meaningful and interesting life seems frivolous when there are people who are just trying to survive. You relook your goals in life, you think hard at what you’ve been doing, you wonder whether it’s right. There’s probably no “correct” way of living one’s life, there’s only a better way. As we go along, our way of living changes, we refine it, we redefine it. Things that were important seem no longer pertinent, new things enter your life, people come and go. Of course, there are some things that we call our “passions” that we always want in our lives, and special people that we wish would always be around. Perhaps that’s what we should be guiding our lives with, pursuing one’s own passions, and loving the special people around us, hoping for the best for them. I’ve learnt: love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.