Shifting Paradigms

It’s almost 1 AM, and I sit at my desk at loss of words for what I want to write. A mael­strom of thoughts storm in my mind, leav­ing me con­fused and bat­tered as the ebbs of the day sail me to long hours of intro­spec­tion. This is not a post for me to talk about these polit­i­cal move­ments that are shap­ing our world. Nor am I going to talk about how, every day, I feel there is some­thing big­ger out there for me to do, to dis­cover, and to shed light on. This time, there will be no rants about non­sense that both­ers me every day. And there will be no talk on the mean­ing of life or uncov­er­ing The Truth.

And I won’t sit here and talk about how ter­ri­bly hyp­o­crit­i­cal I feel about going to eat sushi in Dubai when my own par­ents in Syria prob­a­bly have lit­tle to go by on (and they’d never say). I won’t talk about how many times I’ve cried read­ing the news and how many texts and phone calls are beings writ­ten and made to make sure my friends and fam­ily are OK. There is really lit­tle point in express­ing how dif­fi­cult it is to go to work every day, to study, to go to gym, to do some pho­tog­ra­phy work, and pre­tend and live life as though noth­ing is going on, because life is going on for me as it is for every­one in Syria and Pales­tine and every place in the world where a rocket falls.

Com­plain­ing about how lit­tle time there is to get any­thing done and have time for myself is some­thing I’ve dis­cussed many times and still fail to grow the balls to say “no” to things and pay atten­tion to myself. And talk­ing about all the “incon­ve­niences” of life is really just arro­gance because there are a bil­lion things I for­get to be thank­ful for and all these “incon­ve­niences” are imposed or self-​imposed perceptions.

Say­ing “sick and tired” and being sick and tired of being sick and tired really will not solve anything.

Image Credit: win­dow by ~stareater