A small country

Kevin Adriel Munoz - Senegal


December 23, 2017

"A small country has fewer people.
Though there are machines that can work ten to a hundred times faster than man, they are not needed.
The people take death seriously and do not travel far.
Though they have boats and carriages, no one uses them.
Though they have armor and weapons, no one displays them.
Men return to the knotting of rope in place of writing.
Their food is plain and good, their clothes fine but simple, their homes secure;
They are happy in their ways.
Though they live within sight of their neighbors.
And crowing cocks and barking dogs are heard across the way,
Yet they leave each other in peace while they grow old and die."
Lao Tsu – Tao Te Ching

I live in a small land. The doors open as our homes are secure. The children grow up free as their childhood is safe. They wake up to the chant of the mosque, they go to sleep as talk fades away. During the day, they play. They walk to the farm escorting the goats. Of nature they know all its fruits. To write and to read they learn at school. They know about friendship. They know many songs. So small is my land that neighbors are siblings, and children raised by many.
I live in a small country. Where there is no value in what cannot be shared.

Kevin Adriel Munoz