A Few Thoughts
So this is my first blog after coming back from Mongolia, and even I have to admit its been a long time coming, but time has given me the understanding to put things into words. But in this blog I will break my thoughts up into sections so they’re a bit more clear and a bit less random than they are in my head.
Before vs After
I’ve spent a long time thinking about how the trip has made me “change”. My thoughts about this may be considered some sort of cop-out, but I believe that the way the trip changes a person, has changed me, has been inexplicable and visceral. The closest I can come to describing it using words is that I very literally SEE things differently. At first it was a product of culture shock, when I landed I remember driving home from the airport and the world looked dull even though it was a sunny day. The familiar objects were not familiar and my jet-lag sleep patterns contributed to the feeling that I was living in a new house that I hadn’t lived in before, or gone to a school that I’ve never been to in my life. These immediate changes faded though and I feel back into the rhythm of life. At first I didn’t want that to happen, I felt as if floating back into the rhythm of school and my life before the trip would make me lose what I had gained when I was in Mongolia. But now as I type this, I don’t regret drifting back into some old ways, because I didn’t lose who I was in Mongolia, it is simply the situation here that calls me to be a different person. Coming back home I know I have become more mature, more contemplative and a harder worker. Sometimes though, when I think about it, I worry about how I can make a global impact. As a class it took us one year to go to one village in one country and build one school, and it will probably be the thing of greatest global significance I ever do in my life. I came into this program with this sort of wonderful feeling, like this program is going to change the face of the world. I still have that wonderful feeling, but I know that I can’t stop at this point. When I first interviewed I felt getting in would be the end of my struggles, then once I got in i realized how much fundraising went into it. Then I thought the end of struggling would be when we’re on the trip, then of course the real struggle was building the school, after that I was 100% sure I had accomplished everything there was to accomplish. But of course, there was more, like trying to fit back into school and not hate every minute of it. Now I realize that there is no plateau, and I realize that Global Perspectives does not realize a plateau in humanitarianism either, that’s why there’s a trip every year instead of just once. I leave the program with a perspective on the vastness of the world and a vast world means that my actions to change it never stop.
Regrets and Self-Realizations
I have only one regret, and for that one regret to make any sense, I first have to explain my largest self-realization. It is a simple self-realization and one that makes a pretty funny joke in our class. Truth be told, I actually do believe that I am a little bit cold but I don’t know why I’ve become that way. We’ve often talked about how emotional of an experience we’ve had as a group, don’t get me wrong I’ve felt it as an emotional experience too, but not the same extent. In the voices of most people I hear a lot of conviction, strong feelings and belief in what they’re saying. It is on the inside that I realize that my convictions aren’t as strong, my feelings not as deep and my emotions not as…emotional? I’m not North Pole, blizzard and more frozen than Mongolian soil cold, more like frost on the grass of a November morning cold, but cold nonetheless. It’s an interesting realization that I could only see after witnessing what I can only describe as the “raw” emotions of people who made themselves vulnerable enough to share what was going on inside their minds and their hearts. And that becomes a perfect segway into my one regret.
I never shared anything significant about myself, my life, my feelings or the thoughts that were going on in my head. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to or anything, but I am afraid. I don’t like getting in touch with the emotional side of things, it’s a feeling of vulnerability that scares me. Moreover, I can’t stand talking in front of a lot of people, or even a few people, it’s a discomfort I’d much rather avoid. That being said, now is a perfect time to avoid my discomforts and move on to my last little blurb. (Which at this point, you as the reader are thinking “Oh God, how can there be more…=_=”)
And finally, finally, this is the end, hopefully its climactic (it’s not), hopefully its interesting (my doubts), and hopefully you’ll like it (you may fall asleep…no promises) but boy does it have an intriguing title
THE FUTURE
There are a lot of futures. For example, future me has no idea what’s in store and can only wait.
In Global Perspective’s future the program will continue, become more successful and reach new heights of awesome that I can only wish to be part of. (And hopefully McCallum will be teaching it in Surrey *knock on wood*)
The future of our class: We’ll all go on to do our own things, move our separate ways, because thats the way life pushes us but that doesn’t mean we can’t always be friends.
And to people wishing to be future students: I hope you have a better time than our year (not in a bad way, our year was amazing) but I hope you fund raise more, work harder, get things done faster and be happier. Remember, you are the future, so don’t mess it up (just kidding). In all seriousness, Best Wishes.
Adieu, Adieu






