i did get food poisoning this week (that helped)
but it's also because i'm sweating all day from the heat
+ riding my bike all around town
+ i don't really eat processed foods anymore
(just soybean oil, ketchup, tomato paste)
on a local salary, you can only afford local food: lots of rice, veggies, fruits
i'm losing all the extra baggage i was lugging around in the states
the extra calories i thought i couldn't live without
feels like i'm being boiled down to the essentials
along w/ the 95% of my wardrobe i left behind
my books
my camping gear
my minivan
living with 5% is simpler
less to worry about
clean + polish + preen about
keep up appearances + insure + stress about
amazing how little i really need to live
it's a lot less than i thought
i'm proud of myself, really
+ then i visit a dormitory for a local school
it's smaller than my living room
it houses a dozen girls
they could fit 20 people in my spacious hallway
last night, i see a man rummaging through my trash for scraps
he's covered in filth, like that guy on Charlie Brown
he smiles @ me as I pass by. content
with all that i have, how is it that i'm so discontent?
i still have much more to lose
