Take a look at the sky in the darkness of the night. The dark illuminates with stars in the sky. Only on my island have I seen stars shine so bright.
Fireflies buzz away across the street where my grandfather keeps his chickens and his crops. City life could never compare to the life on my island.
My grandfather wakes up every morning and feeds his animals. I woke up every morning to the sound of roosters singing the song of my island.
My grandmother danced and cleaned the morning away. She put her long black hair in a pony tale and the music began to flow around my head.
Children ran as fast as the motorcycles on the streets. My neighbors would come over at 12 and we would eat together. Everyone eats at 12pm on my island. My grandmothers biggest cause for complain was not having lunch cooked by 12.
The people on my island worked all day long but as soon as it was the weekend no one complained but just gave thanks to God. They gave thanks for the rain, for the sun, for the roosters, for the beautiful, and even the bad.
“Appreciate the bad. It only makes us stronger.”
“Appreciate the dark because even in the darkness there is some light.”
My island, a place where I learned simplicity is the biggest gift in life.