Lately I have been reading a great book called "Snow," in it the main character is a poet and often finds himself in the middle of something when he has the sudden surge of universal energy in the form of poems and has to write down the things in his as soon as possible or risk losing them. I often find that this is the case with me. The only difference is I am not as disciplined in transferring this message from the cosmos onto a paper (or white a computer screen). I do, however, remember that each of these urges had the same theme, and that is the theme of total and absolute contentment. Everyday I wake up feeling like I am living the kind of life I always wanted to. In the past three months I have accomplished so many things in the way of personal fulfillment. Whether it was dancing in the local town dance group in a traditional dance front of the town, being surprised by my 10th grade class on my birthday because they showed up to my dinner before I got there and jumped out with streamers and balloons to sing "Happy Birthday", or just walking into one of my classes and being surrounded by students who want to talk to me about anything and everything, my life could not get much better. I have so many wonderful things happening in my world right now that almost feel guilty because when I signed up for Peace Corps I imagined life being so much harder than it is. My life lacks those hardships everybody warned me about, maybe it is because I don't need much to be content but I think it is because I live in such a wonderful place and surrounded by such amazing people that any 'hardship' is filled with the happiness that is brought to me by being at dinner with my great friends or the satisfaction that feel when I teach one of my classes. Now if I could I remember these urges word for word and not just their general themes.
