Collecting Yak Dung

No matter how bad my day, I always am able to keep a sense of perspective, and if you can read this, you should be able to also.

I have always been lucky in that I know that no matter how bad a problem is that I might have, somebody has it had it in the past, somebody had the same trouble, the same concerns and worries, and they have worked out a solution, and they inevitably wrote it down so the world would know, and me, I know how to read,

Seven years ago I started reading all the books I could find about Tibet and Nepal, primarily focused on the Himalayas. ( In fact, my favorite book, the book, was read at this time, The Snow Leopard. Great great book.)

I read about the people who lived there, their history, their daily life, and how they live far above the tree line, and how it is severely cold. They live in a brutal world.

In order to live, to be able to stay warm, and to eat, they every day have to go out and collect dried yak dung to bring it back and use it build fires to cook their food and warm their lodgings. If there is no yak dung, they freeze, or they starve.

It really is that simple. The world is that big. And I am that small. We all are.

So as I go through my day, and read the news about the world and how tough the economy, how scared the people are, I always think of that.

How many of us had to go and collect yak dung early this morning to keep from freezing.

Not many.

The world is not that bad, in fact, it is actually pretty good .

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