I rented a room in Puerto Lempira, on the edge of the Caratascar lagoon in far Eastern Honduras. I spent the day wandering around town, having drinks, and doing some writing.
While sitting in a cafe, I noticed a group of young girls playing in the water. Like kids the world over, they didn’t seem bothered by the what-ifs, wants, or regrets that seem burden adults. And they certainly didn’t care that the town has been embroiled in a, decades old, drug war.
Instead, the girls were living for the moment. A skill many adults have lost along the way. It’s refreshing really, and it’s a lesson I try to remember when life’s “realities” start creeping in.