Up&Up - Nate Breinholt
Hello and thank you once again to all those reading,
This being my final blog, I want to save myself trouble when getting home, and be lost in the pure pursuit of describing to you all, India and my experience in it!
India is a land of contrasting parallels. Everything it gives by day, it seems to take by night. To me, it’s reminiscent of Dicken’s France in A Tale of Two Ctities, being in “the best of times and the worst of times”. For example; it’s a place of extreme physical beauty, thick with vibrant color and rich with natural prosperity and life. Yet, at the same time, India is a place of vast waste and gross deterioration; as I write this, there’s a blazing wildfire the neighboring mountain that no one seems to be doing anything about. It’s a place of diversity, yet strong unity. People completely different in culture and creed are brought together by a single, shared nationality. Sikhism, Islam, Hinduism, Zoroastrianism, Buddhism, Brahmanism, Christianity, Jainism… the list goes on and on, and yet seems to lack the division found in the more largely monotheistic America. This whole idea is amazing to me, an entire country seemingly more vibrant and more extreme than America, in every sense of the word.
One thing I will very much miss about this place is my simplistic life in it. I’ve truly come to love the way my world has been purged of its unnecessity. Close relationships became treasures, food- heavenly manna, and a bit of music before sleep- the favorite part of every day. I will very much miss such a simplistic lifestyle, and intend to keep parts of it in any way I can.
Though this Indian minimalism is attractive in many ways, there’s so much I miss. I miss my real guitar, my amp, my pedals. I miss my friends and families as well as the good food of America. Though hesitant to say aloud, I truly miss wifi, and with it, social media. I miss city lights and the order not found here. I really miss Logic Pro X and, very, very, very, very strangely, school.
Overall, I’ll have you know that this country has exceeded all expectation in its healing ability. To me, it seems that the only way to go from here is up. I suppose I’ll know by the time I’m home.
See you Saturday, America.
(Ps, don’t let anyone tell you you need be made great again. You’re already a winner.)
(Pps, I have the best words.)