Life goes on

As of late, I have noticed a general life trend: I spend most of my time either waiting for things to happen or looking back on things that already happened. There is something in the future. I am either dreading it, looking forward to it, or both. Then all of a sudden, that thing that was in the future is in the past, and I am either sad it’s over, glad it’s over, or both. Obviously this is news to no one. This is generally the way life goes, unless of course you have discovered time travel, in which case you are one lucky son of a gun. Humanity seems to have done this before and after thing for a while. There was time Before Christ, and now there is time After Death.  There was the world before the Roman Empire and after the fall. There were cookies before oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, and now there are oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Maria and I have joked about classifying our time in Mapinhane with B.E. (before electricity) and A.E. (after electricity), assuming we ever get it.

Anyways, as I sit here on January 27, 2014 of the Mapinhane era B.S. (school), B.E., and thus subsequently B.F,L,&F (fan, light, and fridge), I am wondering about the significance of before and after classifications. No matter what events come to pass, I will continue to do what I need to do to survive and be happy. There will be good days and bad days. I will find things to laugh about and things to cry about. People are incredibly resilient. Sure the adjustment period after a big change can be a little difficult, but once that has passed, life goes on just the same as before. So what I’m trying to say here is, Sarah – chill out, what will be will be. Getting all worked up about things out of your control is just not worth it. It’s a waste of energy. You could use that brainpower for something productive, something empowering, something that will make people smile. Anything else is silly. Unless you actually get some kind of strange pleasure from imagining hundreds of worst-case scenarios on your first day of real teaching… in which case, go right ahead.

One thing that will change drastically as I move into the era A.S. (after school) is the amount of time I spend at the beach. It’s a blessing and a curse living so close to the coast. It’s been a great way to escape the endless days of battling mold and unnaturally large creepy crawlies in Mapinhane, but it gets expensive to go back and forth, and the price for using free internet is a pretty pricey meal. Despite the expense, we went to Tofo this past weekend to celebrate the end of our “vacation” period, and danced the nights away with a good crowd of Mozambicans and expats from all over. Then on a particularly rainy Sunday, we packed our bags, said goodbye to the delicious restaurants and fellow foreigners, and headed home. On the chapa ride back I plugged in my music and gazed out into the palm-forested countryside. We made all the usual stops: this reed hut to pick up a couple bags of onions, that dirt road to pass a baby through the window to open-armed relatives, this village to buy bananas and cashews from the swarm of eager vendors, that paragem to stuff more people in the van. There’s an ebb and flow to it, just like the waves of the ocean. Life goes on. Bolachas, bolachas dez meticais! Life goes on. Cobrador, paragem naquela loja! Life goes on. Licensa, esta e minha casa. Life goes on.

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3 comments

  1. “All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.”
    ― Julian of Norwich

  2. maitre0926

    This thing we call life can be a wild ride but so often filled with incredible beauty. Thank you.

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