In consulting sessions or on programs with groups abroad, the first question we usually ponder together is “Why are we here?” It’s a question many of us ask when in new scenarios, when humbled by a mountain top, or in those moments of humility so expansive that our eyes begin to weep. I asked this question of myself recently, before formally answering in public. To better understand what my own response would be, I sat on a beautiful terrace as the sun was rising in the East and setting in the West and the following is what seeped out of my pen:
Why am I here?
That the world will be different
because I’ve seen a different world.
I’ve seen a world in which smiles supersede greed
laughter resonates beyond tears
faith smolders fear
and ubuntu prevails over all.
I’ve seen this world and who am I to keep it for myself?
It has become a duty to share
what I know
who I know
where I know.
To allow others
to see beauty in themselves
exceptional in the mundane
compassion within stories.
I see a utopic world perhaps, but
I choose it.
I choose this version of vision
over peril and violence
over unmistakably ignorant rhetoric.
I choose to share what I’ve always seen
what I am a part of
and so are you.