Tension and Ease.
As I sit in the midst of 5-star picture-perfect Bali bliss, I’m confronted by feelings that are difficult to process. Yesterday at this time we were deep in the heart of the Balinese jungle, stumbling down makeshift mud pathways lined by bamboo and tarp huts. Where the only sounds were of local livestock and the heat was thick and smouldering. The locals go about their way of life simply and humbly - cultivating the land with makeshift tools, and preparing meals on cauldrons over the fire or on small grills. They work low to the ground and for hours on end. The contrast is sharp as I sit in an oversized chair, fan twirling overhead, waterfall below with grounds that are immaculately maintained for wealthy clientele like me. This is the definition of privilege - confronting two alternate existences in the same moment and realizing that you have drawn the more fortunate stick by no means of your own. Although our time in Nusa Penida, a small Island off the coast of Southern Bali, was ind...