Speechless

Modesty aside, I've always convinced myself that I can manage to write in such a way that it gives a realistic idea of how I have felt and experienced the events myself. For this day, I don't stand a chance. I don't have the words to describe it, bar from saying that I just had one of the best days of my life.

I visited an orphanage today. From getting out of the taxi and being greeted by a three-year old coming to shake my hand, to meeting all the other children, to finally having to call it a day - I don't think I could have managed to stop smiling. I just felt such warmth in all of me, no doubt caught from the way the children were. Happy, smiling little ones, as only children can manage, in their innocent happiness that belies the worries from their past.

Kids came and hugged me, wanted me to dance capoeira with them, play chess with them, play drums with them. Some just wanted to chat, and hear about Norway. Some wanted me to sit next to them when they were eating lunch. And then there were those that wanted to try my camera. I figured that I could show some of them how to handle the camera safely and how to take photos. Then they ran off, and soon afterwards, I had around 250 photos giving a glimpse of their world through their eyes.

Life would be so different if we saw through those eyes once in a while. The joys of life would simply be appreciated more, I imagine.