Embracing Simplicity

This whole world is just full of irony, isn’t it? As I sit here, Friday morning doing my usual rounds of #FF I felt slightly drabby, seeing the same posts but with slightly different adjectives replaced here and there, and once again I felt confined. So I started to go through some of my own archives to see what I can share with you, something different, something outside of the box and maybe not quite fashion or style related, though still relevant because it is about me? I feel it is important to travel so that as an individual you are inclined to be more culturally aware and sensitive, and especially in the society we live in today.

One of the amazing opportunities I have as part of what I do during my day job is traveling to some of the most remote locations in the world. This story is about my visit to South Sulawesi in Indonesia, and I recall having to pack candles for my trip because the power shuts down so easily, and you can imagine why when the entire City is powered by a single water dam! And true to point, on my first day that I arrived the entire City went to a black out from 5pm in the evening through the following day! But what still amazes me from the images are how we metropolianites will freak out for the slightest glitch in the system, and yet a whole City without power for 8+ hours can get by without screaming bloody murder. But also where I got to test one of my first long exposure shots under the pitch dark rice fields.


These Particular Villages I visited were living in very minimal conditions and yet so happy. It makes me wonder about this whole hot weather equals happiness theory. This magical place is just rich of natural resources, vegetation, and the purest lake of any kind.

I went to explore by boat to an even more remote village off the Matano Lake, where the population is literally ten and all they do is fish, crop and enjoy what Mother Nature has to offer. You can forget about TV, let alone the internet!


And on our way back, I happened to see a fisherman on his boat, waiting ever so patiently to make a catch. I guess it is not different than us going to a resort and lounging by the pool all day, but even then we are distracted by the blaring music and surroundings. This was utter tranquility (minus the motor sound on our speedboat) – the fisherman’s boat was made all by hand and wood!


Finally, the most amazing sight right before me. So alittle context on why I was here in the first place…
Aside from massive satellite for cables and internet; the social life for those expatriated to such a remote place have formed their own daily group for activities where all expats can come together and do something; Monday is hash-run, Tuesday is aerobics, Wednesday is kick-boxing, Thursday is eating-out, Friday is basketball, Saturday is tennis and Sunday is rugby. And what do I do?! the non-athletic part of me must have been laughing it’s ass off because I choose the most foreign sport of all to me – Rugby on Sunday! – and if that was not enough, it just so happened to precipitate alittle in the open area by the rice field. And the dude who was trying to explain the rules of this sport also happened to be an Irish native, meaning I had no clue what he had just explained to me. So here I am, little City girl from Toronto, in a  field covered in wet grass, watching people run back and forth with a football, lol. And out of nowhere we can feel the cold draft and sky turning black, and hear the swooshing sound coming from across the Lake and low and behold two giant water spouts just spinning viciously. I guess this is where the difference between locals and expatriates (and tourists like myself) differ. Locals were in their cars long gone, the expats and I on the other hand were at the edge of the cliff to get a better shot by phone/camera whatever snapping device we had at our disposal! lol It was truly fascinating to see nature work in its mysterious wonders. Surprisingly I was not scared, nor was it some scene from the movie Twister, I was in awe, and of course it was also because it was still quite a distance away from where we were all standing.


When things are tough, just remember that there is so much more to life than what is in our little bubble. Try to see things in the grander scheme of things. Most often times I feel as though we are always struggling and caught up trying to overcome the small battles, when there are bigger issues at hand, and though it may not impact us directly, we tend to forget to count our own blessings.

I don’t mean to get all philosophical or deep for a Friday, so I leave you for the weekend with just a thought. Be thankful for even the small issues that we complain about, because without them we would lose all perspective of reality and hope.

If the fisherman on his hand-made wooden boat can appreciate while embracing simplicity that life has to offer; then why are we so ungrateful for all the complexities we have and even have the luxury to choose to incorporate to our own lives? We are our own drama-makers and we star in them – so count your blessings that someone cares.

This video sort of hit home with this whole topic and theme at hand, and sort of epic in its own way.

Notorious B.I.G. wasn’t just a rapper, he was unto something greater, because mo’ money, mo’ problems is the latter of our problems in society.

Just some food for though on this blissful Friday.

Thanks for reading!

-YoLee xo

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