With this blogpost, our time in Fez comes to an end.
Morocco is simultaneously the best and the worst place to face one’s anxiety. The ubiquitous attitude of “mish mushkila” (no problem) and “Insha’allah” (God-willing) create an atmosphere where there are no worries and no rush to complete tasks. For someone whose anxiety increases in the face of chaos, Morocco is the perfect place to face their biggest fears. Everything works out in the end.
My selection of pictures serves to demonstrate that even without the Western standard for organization, marvelous things happen. The Western standard for organization isn’t as important as we all think it is. Take the beautiful riads, for example, and the beautiful zellij and lamps that adorn them. Or Chefchauen, the Blue City, and its beauty that goes as far as the eye can see. The tanneries in the heart of Fez, where families have perfected the art through countless generations. Even the insignificant ant, which I found in the Sahara, somehow found its niche in that relentless ecosystem.
More than anything, this trip has been a reminder that individuals are small and unimportant in the grand scheme of things. There are entire ecosystems, cultures, and thousands of years of history worth exploring, but we have to be able to let go of our inner, demanding selves in order to embrace the willingness to fall into the unknown.
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