Life seems to be this unpredictable rollercoaster, and once you’re on it there’s no getting off mid-way. Life in Amsterdam is a bit like that. Every week is different, and every week contains unexpected moments; some full of exhilaration and joy, others causing me to want to get out of the rollercoaster and pick a different ride. It’s been a while since I blogged… lack of time is mostly the reason, but then I write mostly for myself anyways, and anyone who wants to get a glimpse of what goes through my heart and mind as I walk this journey called life. This week my heart has been so stirred with a burden for the people in my neighborhood (read: the Red Light Districts of Amsterdam) and with a burden to figure out what love looks like. My heart carries a burden for each woman who day after day and night after night stands in a window hoping that she’ll make enough money to one day be free. What does love look like for her? Love is real. As I love the women, I don’t
Life is a journey full of weird and interesting experiences. As the years go by, what was once new and different, has become part of the ordinary and usual. And those things which once brought amazement, no longer catch my attention. So instead of letting the new and exciting fade into nothing, I want to try to capture and keep some of these moments.