The Bushmen of the Kalahari speak of two kinds of hunger.
The Little Hunger is for food — the fire in the belly that must be fed to stay alive.
But then there is the Great Hunger.
The hunger for meaning.
The hunger that lives deeper than the stomach — in the chest, in the bones, in the quiet space 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, and trying to understand what we’ve forgotten in the modern world.
He wrote that 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 as if it were the point.
But happiness is fleeting.
Meaning endures.
Because once you’re doing something that truly matters — something your soul recognizes as right — it doesn’t matter whether you feel good all the time.
You feel whole.
You feel connected.
You feel like you belong to something larger than yourself.
And in that belonging, even hardship becomes sacred.
This photo isn’t just a meeting between two men.
It’s a moment between two ways of being — one that remembers we are not only bodies to be fed, but spirits to be fulfilled.
Maybe that’s the real hunger we’ve been trying to feed all along.
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