I've only been in China for eight days, but it feels as though the entirety of my life preceding this trip was lived with an incomplete picture of the human race. I return home with an intensified appreciation for life; less concerned with the trifles that used to consume my existence. My sense of entitlement to all the luxuries I enjoy on a daily basis has diminished somewhat, and more important matters rise to the forefront of my mind. It has been both disillusioning and enlightening; destroying illusions of superiority and safety, and casting light on the beating heart of a people so different than I, and yet so alike. As I settle in on my plane bound for Tokyo and then the States, I notice that I am sitting in the same seat as when I flew in to Guangzhou. And though it may be through the same window, I gaze out at China through newly enlightened eyes as we make our ascent.



