Throw the word open minded at me and I will start talking. Or writing in this case. Funny enough I just got called out by a friend of mine following a FB comment I made about traveling to India.
It was a comment following the news that India’s tourism minister has warned female tourists to not wear skirts “for their own safety” while visiting India. My reaction to it was short: Why would you want to travel to India, supporting an attitude like that?
When you are a guest in someone’s house, what is the most important thing for you? Is it how clean the house is? Is it what kind of house it is? Is it what they put on the table in the sense of high end or not products? Is it the way they are dressed, the music that is played, the silverware you use or the plates your meals are served on? Is it the quality of the sheets you sleep in, the furniture you use while you are there?
When I was young I was given the one advice I truly think is the most important when it comes down to guests, no matter if you are a guest or if you have guests: It all comes down to how welcomed a guests feels. And honestly this is my piece of advice to my children, actually everyone too. It’s only about how welcomed your guest feel. How you treat them. The effort you put in. It’s not about the price of your house or the furniture, the linen, the silverware, the plates, the food you put on the table. It’s about the heart and soul you put into everything.
I love the picture they chose to underline the statement. All those little obstacles, the incline in one way and the smooth, straight path on the other side. A crossroad and we have to make a decision which side to choose. We all know that this represents life. Everyone’s life.
See, I don’t believe that there are people out there who never encounter(ed) obstacles in their life. It’s just not happening. And yet with some it seems they had a smooth ride all along and will always just simply cruise along. But that’s only that one layer we see. We really have no idea of what lies underneath, where and when they faced their struggles.
It’s a chilly morning. A chilly 8C here, where I live. If I wouldn’t know better I would now claim that there was actually a bit of morning frost in some places in the shade this morning. But I guess 8C is not cold enough for that just yet and I doubt that the temperature actually dropped below this mark last night.
Fall has arrived in Down Under, while spring is slowly gaining the upper hand in Up Over. It still brings a smile to my face. Everything is the other way around…
There are those moments when I sit there, unsure what to write about. But I do want to write something. I feel that urge to let my fingers run over the keyboard and hear that clicking sound. Now I could just do, what my little girl sometimes does and just start my post with “hwljsahdfljksdhfljahsdf”. I wonder what you guys would do… I wonder what comments I would get on that post. What I do know, though, is that it wouldn’t make me happy. And it’s the same with posts that really don’t reflect my thoughts, my point of view.