i turn 29 today. i’m writing this from the backseat of a car somewhere outside kigali, coming back from rubavu and a few other parts of the country.
the past year has been a lot of motion without enough stillness to make sense of it. rwanda felt right for that. there’s an intentionality here you can feel. things work, institutions function, and none of it happened by accident. someone held a vision for a long time and refused to let it dissolve.
it’s made me think about mission in a non-perfunctory, onerous sense. the specific kind. the kind that feels like a wedge - the thing you’d see through even when it stops being exciting, even when it costs you, even when everyone around you has moved on to something shinier. most people never find it. they accumulate interests instead. stay curious, well-read, good at conversation, but there’s no core to any of it. and you can tell. spend enough time in enough rooms and you develop a feel for when someone is speaking from somewhere real versus when they’re just performing having thought about something.
the world produces a lot of the second kind. it’s easier. substance is expensive. it requires years of unglamorous work that nobody sees and that doesn’t translate well at dinner.
find the thing. do the work.
anyway. here are some photos i took in kigali.
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