The Last post…ish

So, I guess I know this day was coming. I’m kinda abandoning yet one of my dearest projects: This blog!

I have been consumed for the past two years, not trying to forget, but using all possible painkillers for my mind and my feelings. Tried not to get lost in the ocean of sorrow that only the youth who experienced having their dreams getting bigger and brighter only to witness them becoming nightmares. There’s a special layer of sadness among us that only us could understand in total silence. Those who haven’t been detained yet, are trying to survive everyday. I salute them, and I salute myself, for I am one of them.

I am not saying I’m a wreck, on the contrary, I think I may be in the very process of rebuilding myself. Focusing more on what I need, what I want, and who I am. I’m glad I’m not alone in this, and I’m grateful.

I will do my very best to get back to writing, for I discovered, that without it I constantly feel that my soul is lacking something. But in order to return to writing, I need to temporarily let go of the ghosts of the past, and start a new journey of looking and reflecting on stuff that matters today. The past will forever be imprinted in my heart, but I can’t let it pull me in a dark hole. I have to let go, but never forget, and never stop dreaming big of the day we go beyond the barricade to find the world we want to see… when tomorrow comes.

I will be blogging here, in case you’re still willing -foolishly- to follow me.

#Personal

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I stare at my reflection in the mirror:
“Why am I doing this to myself?”
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf.

I can’t recall when it started, but it’s been a while, and it’s hard. I became aware of it recently. It’s like it was happening gradually but I didn’t notice. And then, someday I just realized I am not myself, and I don’t know the way to go back.

Brushing my hair—do I look perfect?
I forgot what to do to fit the mould!
The more I try the less it’s working
‘Cause everything inside me screams

The more the days pass, the more aware I become that I do not fit in now in my surrounding. I don’t enjoy what I do, or the company of whom I spent most of my time with. My friends got drifted in several ways. My love is facing a critical time. I get anxiety attacks in my workplace every now and then. It’s a mess, right? But I would not complain if I had a clue of how I can help myself. I still try though. I have pulled myself together enough times to realize that it’s not impossible to do it again.

Don’t lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It’s okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it’s hard to follow your heart.
Tears don’t mean you’re losing, everybody’s bruising,
Just be true to who you are!

Today was refreshing. The long walk, the climb, the heat, even the sunstroke… all this helped me release waves of bad energy (if I can call it so). Very big waves of it are still inside me, yet by just releasing few, it cleared my head enough to start having an idea of what I might like to do next with my life.

Tomorrow is another day, and may be tomorrow I’ll get closer to finding the old me, the one I love, the one that is passionate, caring, vulnerable, stubborn, and courageous. The one that takes risks, and is way more eager to learn and explore than the current version.

A revelation #March31st

I can claim that I’ve given quite a few interviews and talks to Egyptian and non-Egyptian audience. Not a very big audience generally, but I always let my spontaneity and my passion lead me from the beginning to the end. I wear my own face and dislike having a mask. For the very first time I get this stage fright that blocked all my thoughts. My main challenge was to try delivering any of the points I have in mind and not end up letting the audience down.

I’m very lucky I had this experience today, for as strange and bizarre as it sounds, in these 10-15 minutes (talk was supposed to be 20), the sounds and voices about all the surroundings were blocked, but there was a moment of clarity about myself that I have been struggling to reach. A moment when I told myself that I need to implement what I preach for, and to search again for my lost passion. I have been hiding myself under layers as I do not want to get more hurt, but somehow this led to the moment when I really stopped believing in myself. It’s cheesy, but it’s true. I have to regain that passion. And I have to recognize:

I’m lost, but not for long.

I’m mad, but not for long.

I’m depressed, but not for long.

And without all the painful experiences I have been through, along with the good ones, and the really good ones, I wouldn’t be who I am. I’m still proud of who I am by the way, but I know my self-esteem has reached a pretty unprecedented low level.

I’m very grateful to this moment as it reminded me that I am not a lost cause yet

 

Photo credit: Prof. Kim Fox

Photo credit: Prof. Kim Fox

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Where do I go now? #Salmaasks

I miss a lot of things lately.

The nostalgia I feel towards everything I had before might seem rational to some, but I know most people would reply with “Been there, done that.”

I think the number one thing I miss, is being able to reflect what’s going on in my mind. Here I am trying to write this blog post for at least over two hours although in my mind everything was so simple and clear.

I miss being free, or having the power to fight for it at least. Now, I know that everyday I’m surrendering.. bit by bit. I keep telling myself that compromises need to be made in order to reach it one day, but I’m not sure if this is true. Let’s keep on pretending that it’s true.

And you know what? These things work.. pretending not to care and working on it everyday, till you actually don’t give a shit. May be this works too.

Or may be, may be it’s just because you’re too in pain, that you become numb. Till you join the majority of miserable people working the same jobs, doing the same things, and focusing only on their feet.

I wouldn’t lie to you. I still feel the guilt. I still ask myself why I decided to move on while those who died died and those who were imprisoned still suffer the horrors there. How I will be able to face them one day, and what am I going to do now that my entire belief system has got upside down. Now that I know how naive I was along with thousand of people. We should have played it dirty, same as them, but we were delusional, following hypocrites and greedy tacky people. And now, we live to become the corrupt.

Allow me for a bit, to pour on you the pure cliches that I found in my shelter: movies and music.

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The Dark Knight

– But what if we lived long enough to become the villain?

And what is it about pain that at some point makes you want to hide your vulnerability so that you can continue to live? What is it about it that it makes you wish you weren’t gifted with caring?

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X-men Days of Future Past

President Snow: It’s the things we love most that destroy us.

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The Hunger Games – Mockingjay Part 1

And now, back to the same question.. where do I go now? I don’t know, but still I know that this blog post itself, is a start, to an attempt back to find who I am, what I belief, what I want, and where to go from there.

Big Girls Cry When Their Hearts Are Breaking

Tough girl
In the fast lane
No time for love
No time for hate
No drama no time
For games
Tough girl
Whose soul aches

I’m at home
On my own
Check my phone
Nothing, though
Act busy
Order in
Pay TV
It’s agony

I may cry ruining my makeup
Wash away all the things you’ve taken
I don’t care if I don’t look pretty
Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking

Tough girl
I’m in pain
It’s lonely at the top
Black outs and airplanes
I still pour you a glass of champagne
I’m a tough girl
Whose soul aches

(Source: youtube.com)