We all feel as though what we do with our lives is as important as can be, that every major choice carries with it such profound implications. While this is true to us in our worlds, rarely do the ramifications reach further than our friends on Facebook. More likely than not, if we weren’t sharing on FB, they woudn’t even know either.
It becomes more obvious to me every day how little my actions affect anyone but myself. And yet the lives we work so hard to build can be stripped away without as much as our input.
All this is wordy way of saying that I realize the narrow field of interest this blog has and that is why I chose to call it woefullyesoteric. It is unfortuately the product of an amazing trip that is only being experienced by me. So much of my desire to make it happen stems from guilt that I have the resources (at least for now…) and the freedom to see and experience so much more than my own little world. Of the billions, again, billions of people in this world who wake up to face poverty, war, or uncertainty every day, I agonize over where I should eat lunch. I have been lucky enough to have immense opportunies and the freedom to exercise them. So here I am.