Kenya – when travel shuts down your brain

You can see it in every part of the world. It’s just about walking around so your eyes can take it all in. But then your brain tends to shut down, because it can’t process what you’re seeing. This is the idea of seeing the most grinding poverty imageable, then within 15 minutes you can be drinking beer with your mates in a modern bar.

Every, single, part of humanity has this situation. Every country on Earth. In the West, the kindly term is ‘homeless’. Other places it’s ‘poverty’ or ‘destitution’. Either way, you get what I mean. And then these people can live this way literally one block away from the rich, modern world and they are essentially invisible.

Let me say this up front. I don’t have an answer for this. Apparently, since this concept still exists, none of us do. This post is about observation, not solutions. But if you have watched Star Trek you know the Federation has, somehow, removed this from Humanity. How did that happen in the show? Will it always be fiction? Maybe. But if it’s not, none of us will be alive to see it.

Kenya stops my brain on all this. One of Africa’s best economies where being in parts of Nairobi can seem like you’re in Singapore. And then drive a few hours in either direction and it’s South Sudan. The mind shuts down, it can’t process this is any normal way.

This is the way it works:

Leave apartment after you’ve read this degenerate blog post with the pinnacle of some form of human technology => walk to restaurant with friends => see homeless person along the way => acknowledge that they are homeless either through their own faults or the combined faults of others => ignore them => forget within 19 seconds you’ve seen them => eat at restaurant with friends => you are happy

As I wrote years ago on this stupid blog, I did a lot of soup kitchen volunteering. Essentially, one of my points was when you help people in situations like this, if you really think about it, you could be them.

I don’t give a shit what anybody says, in our own way, everybody is trying. Even suicide is an action, ultra negative, but still an action, chosen by said person. It’s horrible. But in a way, nobody ever truly gives up. It’s engrained to our human nature.

More than anywhere else, Kenya taught me this. Except maybe Vietnam too. Same thing. Absolute modern life you see, and in the same day, the most grinding poverty in the world. But it isn’t just on travel, it’s at our doorsteps everywhere. Wherever you live.

I had a great time in Kenya. But I guess I’ll wrap up these words with the simple statement: Help someone.

Love your neighbor(s). It doesn’t matter what you do. Volunteer; give money; research other unique ways you can make this crazy planet better. Kenya is a wonderful place. Go there. The people are so kind and awesome. It makes you understand who you are.

Where does the road lead?

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