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And every city was a gift
And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips
And I was making you a wish…

I cannot help but ponder these lyrics; simple as the rain and thunder that poured down upon us as we boarded the bus to the airport, and yet deep and ever changing like the hues of the sky over London as the sun rises. The trumpets blare and the soft sound of consciousness drifts and tiptoes over pulsating rhythms of a worried heart.

These blogs are often all about the inevitable and omnipresent “I”, the need to share with the world the things that I have deemed to be wonderful, great, and fulfilling. In reality I would much rather discuss the human condition and how my interactions play a very small role on a global stage that however insignificant still has blocking and direction. There are essential parts of us that continue to press the envelope and that without the individual how could we measure the changes that we seek to enact in the world.

15 planes have left Frankfurt International Airport in the time that I have sat here and watched the world spin madly on. These planes are full of people trying to move forward, to live, to learn, to love, and sometimes to just get by; there is true eternal knowledge in realizing that the cities we chose to inhabit are gifts, and skylines are a kind reassurance that humanity continues to press forward. Modernity and the ever expanding human desire to get ahead has crept into my life once again and yet the people I am surrounded by have shown that we as a group would rather value the world being a better place than an individual success. We are choosing to live a life with a people where time passes in a different way and the people understand the world to be much wiser than we could ever be.

I cannot guarantee that I will not devolve and delve into lengthy personal narratives about my passions and myself during the next two months. I shall try to appeal to a greater call of understanding with these posts. Through the experiences of one, many can understand, and through the experiences of many, we can ascertain a sense of oneness. I am seeking to express the humanity that exists in Morocco and through working alongside Moroccans I too can begin to understand what reality will look like in a hyper-globalized world. A world where we are constantly together and apart, constantly holding on to those around us and yet always looking beyond the horizon.

These posts will be my second time of writing from a foreign country. In Jordan I discovered myself, my small corner of the universe, and what it meant to call a place home in the vast cacophony of humanity and yet in other ways I feel that last summer I discovered nothing. I walked away with more questions than answers and more passions than satisfactions. I am looking forward to an exhausting and thrilling two months of living in Meknes, with all the trials and tribulations of learning Darija Arabic, a bit of French, and hopefully expanding my experiences of readjustment and acclimation to a new people, new culture, and new reality.

I am looking forward to traveling, to living, to kissing skylines, and receiving the gifts of being immersed in another place, another people, and another life. Cheers to suspending reality and diving deep and hoping that coming up for air to breath, discuss, and relate to others proves fruitful.