I did some solo meandering around lately visiting museums and historical sites. Its quite interesting and I’m the first to admit I don’t have any solid knowledge about what went on in Vietnam, but now that I’m here its fascinating. With traveling to new places and learning about the history of these places, and standing there amongst the many great and notable things that happen in that location is, in short, a trip. The grandiose offices and conference rooms are laid out to be minimalistic, yet the textiles are so ornate. Symmetry and straight lines were consistent. I got lost in the building for a good 15 minutes going up and down the un-airconditioned stairs, which was repeatedly bringing me back to the presidential bunker. I am a bit directionally deficient if that even makes sense. I’m not sure why this is, but my bearings seem to always find its way at the opposite direction from where I had left it. I also call this “dyslexia of the intuition” which I swear only pertains to my sense of direction or lack there of. I soon realized that to connect to the first floor again you have to cross at the second it was a directionally deficient person’s nightmare. I made it out obviously, but those feelings of being lost (which happens a lot) can really take a lot out of you in that brief or sometimes extended amount of time its experienced. Where in this process of finding an exit did I get distracted, lose focus to not be able to easily find my way out? Is it safe to say that to be lost is to lose focus? Does being focus always bring you to your anticipated destination or end result or can being lost do just the same? I’d like to say I have hippy tendencies, but this isn’t just me thinking living a life of uncertainty will bring happiness. I live very practically too. I truly believe that being lost can bring the most significant of answers that can often go unnoticed or unacknowledged sometimes and these answers are simply lost in the state of focus. So don’t be afraid to get lost cause it happens to me all the time.
Kathy had made some plans to visit an orphanage near by and provide them with some food and snacks. There were 200 kids there from newborns to 18 year olds. We arrived to the orphanage while they were all sleeping and peeked into each room while our host provided us a tour and the story behind the orphanage. Coincidentally, it was the orphanage that Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt had adopted their son Paxton. We were told he was chosen at random. Can you imagine how different his life would’ve been had it not been him? The staff and kids were all very friendly and inviting despite the fact we’re all up in their face after their nap. I never knew someone that grew up as an orphan and I don’t expect it to be a great situation to be in, but if it means anything at all, I give orphans the utmost amount of props possible.
