I wrote this this afternoon at Starbucks so I thought I would share it. it's mostly about my experience of reverse culture shock thus far and me trying to put into words how I am feeling...
I experienced this same thing last year after coming back from New Zealand, but it's different this year. last year I feel like I really demanded that people listen and understand my experiences there, and not many did... this year after getting back from Indo I feel perhaps like I knew that people wouldn't understand or "get" all that I experienced so I haven't even really put myself out there. I have just kind of expected or assumed that people won't, and it hurts to be misunderstood/not known, so I have just kept most of it in. or something like that. anyway I have just felt discouraged... and haven't really even put time into meeting with God until today which has definitely added to the discouragement I've been feeling.
ok so here is what I wrote. the "Nothing" that I refer to is the nothing I experienced in Indo... particularly on this one island we were on in between visiting villages, I felt in touch with just my emptiness in a healthy way (I think). this island was out in the middle of nowhere; we weren't in email contact for almost two weeks and it was amazing to just have nothing to really do or worry about. I miss that...
The world is so loud
And yet it blends together like a heavy silence.
My mind and ears are full of noise -
An empty noise that leaves me terrified and alone.
I find myself missing Nowhere;
the place where I was free to be.
I hate Somewhere;
the place where people are striving to be.
I feel confused.
Am I striving or just lost?
Am I moving forward or am I just stuck?
Wait a second - what does forward even mean?
I am engulfed by... things.
Things that go, and squeal, and move, and jump,
and mutter, and buzz, and beep, and demand.
Supposedly a safe place is waiting for me.
Something inside tells me to slow down
amongst these things that never cease.
This idea of a quiet dwelling place is
foreign to me again.
Is it really possible... even here?
I just want the world to shut up.
... I was encouraged by Psalm 31 and the words of Henri Nouwen today, but still just feel annoyed and angry almost at all that life in America brings. I'd love to know your thoughts. |