Home in the Hostel

All I want to do is climb, elevate. Here in Kwabahal Boutique Hostel, I ifnd a new home, a new love. I leave behind me everything, and only now have the memory to share. Breath. It's one step at a time from here. We met in one of the last jiu jitsu classes in the hostel, before opening the new gym in Xela. It's my tendency to fall in love easily, though, people may not believe it. It's mostly childlike, to be honest. I love everything, and I am not afraid to say it in those words, even if it is to a group of strangers that I have only just spent a few moments with; although, it is a very humbling moment when others can ask me, "Do you really mean it?" Yes, I do. With all of my heart, and to serve with whatever I can, with my own two hands, is my purpose. With every step that I make, and every breath that I take, I recognize the compassion and strength in every action, devoted to the deserving of our true innocence, and behold what every moment is; as a precious, m...