04/22/2026
On having a dedication to a Lifework….
The Bushmen of the Kalahari speak of two kinds of hunger.
The Little Hunger is the hunger for food. The need for something in your belly — a fire in your body that must be fed to stay alive.
But then there’s the Great Hunger.
The hunger for meaning.
The hunger that lives deeper than the stomach — in the chest, in the bones, in the silence behind your eyes.
It’s the ache to belong. To matter. To know why you are here.
Laurens van der Post, the man pictured here, spent years among the Bushmen, listening. Learning. Trying to understand what we’ve forgotten in the modern world.
He said the most dangerous thing in life isn’t sadness. It’s emptiness — the slow, bitter erosion that comes from living without meaning.
We chase money. Status. Comfort.
We chase happiness like it’s the point.
But happiness is fleeting.
Meaning is enduring.
Because once you’re doing something that matters — really matters to your soul — it doesn’t matter whether you feel good all the time.
You feel right.
You feel connected.
You feel like you belong to something bigger than you.
And in that belonging, even the hardships become sacred.
This photo isn’t just a meeting between two men.
It’s a quiet moment between two ways of being.
One remembers that we are not just bodies to be fed, but spirits to be fulfilled.
And maybe that’s the real hunger we’ve been trying to feed all along.
