note to self

This morning I went through a dozen old photos we took in Uganda. Can't believe it's already been two years, but it has. And what's more surprising (and maybe a little disappointing) is the haste in which I've managed to detach myself from all the passions and convictions that I once had while I was there. Especially when you come back home and spend time in air conditioned rooms, and heck! even spending hours upon hours on the social network is enough for you to completely disconnect yourself from all those things that once angered you, and all those children's faces that once inspired you to sacrifice some of your privileges and really fight for the things that you believe. After a little while, I guess it always becomes a "they" and "us" thing.

But here's my "note to self": Remember, Laura, that there are starving children in Africa. Remember that there are homeless people in LA. Remember that there are people with rotting teeth and no means for proper dental care. And remember that this is the painful reality in which we all grow to live with, and with such relative ease too.