Trouble with progress

Walking through the sleepy town of Mongui, where people still wear their ponchos and cowboy hats, meet for a quick 'tinto' at the local café in the morning and live the same way their parents and grandparents did, I felt very sad that this world is slowly disappearing. When you travel, you want the world to stay unchanged. But funnily enough, back at home those are exactly the things I would despise - I would probably call it narrow-minded, backwards. I would be annoyed that the priest is still the highest authority and nobody questions the order they grow up in.

Trouble is, you cannot have both. We don't live in the static world. You cannot pick and choose what, where and how changes. The change will happen, at its own pace, and it will undoubtedly reach even the places that seem perfect just the way they are.