Driving down a busy street, I watch a striking sunset. I want to bask in its brilliance, but the giant yellow arches of McDonald's and various bright lights of car dealerships distract my attention. I want to get out of the city, abandon electric heat and indoor plumbing.
Is it because I am never content or could do I truly wish to live far from the comforts of urban life?
In September, I visited Bangladesh as a volunteer journalist with the Prosthetic Outreach Foundation. I saw mothers crouched over clay pots fixing dinner, men bathed in muddy ponds, children laughed and ran barefoot in the dirt outside their mud huts. I envied their freedom, their lack of dependence on material possessions.
I saw mothers cradling babies with untreated clubfoot and cerebral palsy, frowns and fear fell on the faces of these otherwise unsmiling people. I was touched by their struggles and I wondered how could they keep their simple mud huts, but still receive the benefits of modern medicine. I saw no solution because I believed that modernization was merely a symptom of modernization.
After I returned to the U.S. a friend, an international studies major, suggested the idea that modernization and westernization are separate entities.
Can the the small villages of Bangladesh modernize without westernizing? Even more importantly can westerners like myself, aid developing countries without using westernization? I worry, that as long as I cling to the idealistic view that the world can be saved by more trees and less gas stations, I may never see the real issues.
I am reminded of a phrase my cousin was asked to repeat at his high school graduation, "I have changed, I cannot change back, I've come this far forever."
The world could say the same to its people. The solution is not to return to the good old days before progress because many aspects of that world have been destroyed. We have to move forward with new ideas, while understanding and respecting other cultures.
For outdoor enthusiasts, like myself, is that as much as we love living off the land, we have to realize that we really have no idea what that means. Most of us can go to college and choose to become dirtbag climbers, we can fall off a mountain and wait for a helicopter rescue and we can always go back home to manicured lawns.
Back in my car, my sunset is gone. The sky is that lovely rich, light blue. Turning on my street, the lights of the city are behind me. I must admit I am happy to go home shower, eat a large warm meal and watch something worthless on television. Maybe I'll try to figure out how to fix the world tomorrow.