This life I live here in rural Mexico is not always easy. It is not always pretty. It is not always butterflies and rainbows. Quite of a number of you think I’ve completely lost my mind especially when reading about the latest challenge life in Mexico has thrown my way. That’s all right. You are entitled to your opinion.
Perhaps what you can’t understand, or perhaps you can, is the satisfaction I get at the end of the day. I’ve managed to handle whatever obstacle in my path and survived to tell about it. I don’t blindly do the same routine day after day. My mind is alert. My soul alive. My senses are taut with expectations.
That doesn’t mean I don’t despair. Sometimes I want to just give up and go…..well, where would I go? This is my home. I have firmly planted my feet in the soil and to uproot now would surely be the end.
So why don’t I? Love. I love my life in Mexico. I love it from the moment of waking up until the moment I lay my head down at night. I love the relentless sun and endless blue skies. I love the flight of the hawk overhead searching for its next meal. I love the bleakness of the dry season. I love the awe-inspiring vista in the rainy season. This is where I am meant to be at this moment in time. This is who I am.
It’s in this choosing to love my life, rather than focus on the negative aspects, that makes the difference I think. Maybe you think that makes me naive. Perhaps it does. It’s not that I don’t see the dark underside. Rather it’s that I realize that without it, there is no light. The rainy season is followed by the dry. Life is interspersed with death.
So every day, knowing full well that it might be my last, I choose Mexico again and again. After all……