One afternoon, we completed our mission and went to the principal’s house to have a very normal dinner. Then we sat in the courtyard to watch the stars and drank tea. Scenic sightseeing.
It's very different from what we imagined beforehand. Later, after a year of tossing in the so-called NGO industry, I always remember my first volunteer experience, and I also saw more people who went to teams like this with the utmost kindness as I did before. Everyone thinks Do your best to help the weak. It's just that many times we will find that we are always high-profile, the identity of a helper, or even an intruder. The little bit of our help, the "hope" that our wanton intrusion into other people's lives may sometimes be a more shameless attitude towards life and self-proclaim, or even show off. Some of our so-called concerns, some of our so-called cares, what is the meaning that they bring to them, perhaps it is just the meaning that they bring to us? If we can't put into their lives like self-dedication, everything we do may be shameless in order to make us live a little more peace of mind, and live a little more conscience. A colleague of NGOs said that, in fact, NGOs are nothing more than white-collar workers' remedies and loud gimmicks for masturbation in their flashy lives.
Sometimes, we have to admit that this is indeed the case.
The greatest ideal, or the purest ideal, cannot be practiced in this way. The movie "Only Love Strangers" is not about teaching. But it actually interprets such a contradiction between helpers and intruders. The Frenchman who seemed to be mingled with the Gypsies, no matter how they entered their lives, they ate and lived together, and even had a love affair with a Gypsy girl. He is still no more than an outsider and traveler's posture. He came here so romantically, looking for a voice, so he experienced a fresh life like a wanderer, plus some extravagances. But he was always outside of these gypsy crowds, just a traveler. When the old gypsy talked proudly in the coffee shop that they had made a French friend and still lived in his house. He is destined to always have the advantage, even his kindness towards these people is condescending. So in the end, when accompany them to experience the understatement of death, feel the solid grief and the humiliation and contempt they have suffered. He ruined those tapes, those songs that he thought were romantic. He really understands that those are the pain of life and the sorrow of the ethnic group, not what seems to be a romantic song. I have always been a brazen traveler who broke into them and even tried to exploit and take advantage of their suffering.
Sometimes I feel that for those people and places that are different from the mainstream civilization or cannot keep up with the mainstream civilization. If you can’t dedicate as if you truly devote yourself to their lives, just keep those ideas of supporting education and helping others in your heart, as a warm piece in your heart, or as an ideal, maybe one day you can truly give up everything you have and put it into practice; Or as a reminder, to remind yourself not to be numb in your material life, and to remind yourself to be kind and gentle in the real life in front of you may be the most kind way. Those hundreds of donations, those concerns and visits, as long as I think about the consequences of our departure when the aid program stops, I have to feel that we are just another hypocrisy. Of course, those help is helpful to their temporary life improvement, but maybe we shouldn't break into their lives in this manner.
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