01/22/2026
The Bushmen of the Kalahari speak of two kinds of hunger.
The first is the small hunger. The hunger for food. The simple, physical need to put something in your body so you can keep going, keep breathing, keep living.
But there is another hunger. A deeper one. They call it "The Great Hunger".
It is the hunger for meaning. The hunger that does not live in the stomach, but in the chest and the bones. The kind you feel in quiet moments, in the silence behind your eyes. It is the need to belong, to matter, to understand why you are here at all.
Laurens van der Post, the man in this photograph, spent years living among the Bushmen. He did not go to teach. He went to listen. To learn. To remember things the modern world has slowly forgotten.
He once said that the most dangerous thing in life is not sadness. It is emptiness. The slow erosion that happens when a person lives without meaning.
So many of us spend our lives chasing money, status, comfort. We chase happiness as if it is the final destination. But happiness comes and goes. Meaning stays.
When you are doing something that truly matters to your soul, it does not matter if you feel good all the time. You feel grounded. You feel connected. You feel part of something larger than yourself.
And in that belonging, even hardship begins to carry purpose.
This photograph is not just a meeting between two men. It is a quiet meeting between two ways of Being. One that remembers we are not only bodies that need to be fed, but spirits that need to be fulfilled.
And maybe that is the hunger we have been trying to satisfy all along.