when i went to Africa i saw a cow get slaughtered. something so raw and freeing about no one complaining about it because that’s how they live and survive. they cooked a cow for us, as a “thank you” for helping their community. i wanted to deeply experience this part of culture so i stood there as the cow was being killed, and at times i was like “why am i forcing myself to look at this” but i took a look around, and kids were laughing in joy. the perspectives in that country are very different from the U.S. and it was humbling. i learned that the entitlement in a person becomes greater when there is no constant reminding of the “other side”. the other side of the world, the other side of your comfort, the other side of your bubble. there is a sense of robotic delusion when it comes to the “1%” environment. it was hard not to become resentful towards people when i came back to the U.S. but most don’t know what’s out there.