The day before I set out to shoot A Chance For Peace in Kenya, someone asked me, “Why are you doing this?” Why was I putting myself in a hot zone of devastating post-election violence? Why was I convinced that it was there that I could find stories of peace? No one had ever asked me that before. Without even thinking, I said the first thing that came to mind which was, “I want to know their pain.” It was in that moment that I shifted my paradigm. I was no longer obsessing over happiness, interrogating it into submission. I had worked my way backwards. Intuitively I knew that only through pain could we can learn to heal. And it was only when we have healed that we can truly come to know peace. After that, happiness is just a pleasant bi-product.
In that moment, A Chance For Peace became more that just a story about Kenyans overcoming political and tribal differences; it became a story about mankind. And despite having not a clue how I was going to do it, I knew that if I could confront the pain Kenyans were experiencing, I could find peace. I just knew it.
And I did.