Simple fun in Myanmar

This even didn’t look like my childhood toy. And my childhood happened more than a quarter-century ago…

…I was in Bagan just after Thyngyain. Bagan, getting ready to raining season, was dusty, a bit humid and exteremly hot. I used to wake up early in the morning (around 4 am) to be ready to bike to one of the pagodas and see the sun rise.  These were amazing mornings. I got back to a guesthouse around 9 am, had a breakfast and did a bit of reading or writing. Just to survive as it was around – and between 11 and 3 pm over – 40 Celsius degrees. Too hot to bike. To hot to be under open sun. Around 5 pm I got on a bike again to experience sunset. And, even thought I spent 6 days in Bagan, each morning and evening, was so fascinating that I didn’t mind sleeping less as I felt and knew it was worth it.

At my dinner place there was a 3 year old boy. Yeah, he couldn’t have been older. He was clumsy, dirty, poorly dressed. His face was a shiny one. There were sparcles in his eyes. You could feel a pure joy coming from him. The joy of simpilicity and unawarness of complexity. The people around him probably couldn’t afford to buy a toy but they were creative and did care. They might know that a toy from your heart can be more valuable. Or they just felt it. Or they just made it as kids love toys… Who cares.

Each time I see this picture though, makes me think that we tend to collect things, experiences that become with no value fast. And the power is appreciating, valuing, caring…



Get the Facebook Likebox Slider Pro for WordPress