The world seems so perfect nowadays, people are having the time of their lives, everything is so beautiful and perfect, and sometimes we wonder if we are missing ourselves. We brand ourselves as storytellers, we immerse into social media using our skills as photographers trying to portray how awesome life is. And once in a while we will write something personal and a struggle to balance out that “made out” perfect life. We are tired. That is why we decided to go.
We don’t want to be storytellers anymore we want to experience them, live them.
Have you ever experienced grace? So deep that it breaks you inside, and makes you wonder if the things you are doing is even worth the time? As we went to Nadi town in Fiji, we met a couple on the bus, as we exchanged smiles to show politeness, at that point we both had no idea the surprise life prepared for us. This is probably everything we can write about this experience because what happened next would be an insult to try to explain through words, or dumb because you wouldn’t even get close to. So we will describe our experience.
As we got out of the bus, somehow our hearts told us that we needed to meet them. So indiscreetly and weirdly we asked the couple if we could just follow them around. We were expecting a weird look from them, but surprisingly they said “yes”. We spent the whole afternoon doing things from daily life: going to the market, getting a haircut, etc. At one point Kasi (the husband) offered us to carry one of our backpack, of course we declined, not because of were trying to be polite (well a little), but probably it wouldn’t have been a good idea hand over a bag with all our camera equipment to a guy 3 times larger than us in a town we just arrived. Well...eventually we handed our bag, worst-case scenario it could turn out to be a story right? First day of our trip and we loose all of our camera gear, yep, it could’ve been a story, but “unfortunately” that story didn’t happen. What did happen was that they invited us to their home and as if that wasn’t enough they invited us for dinner. For some it might be something trivial, for us it was special, it felt as we returned home. The warmth, the peace, yet we were “strangers” breaking bread under the same roof. As the stars descended, as the family started to sing, we had to drop our cameras because we had to wipe our tears, we found home after 30 years.
The hardest part of our journey so far has been accepting grace. There is nothing you can do at that moment to “repay” somebody. Not that they are expecting a payback, but sometimes just a “thank you” doesn’t seem enough. But slowly we are learning to accept it, probably is the best way to say “thank you”, accepting 100% as they are giving. There is hope.