All in good time;

Do you ever come across an old photo and feel like your soul has been hugged at that very moment, you get the urge to pin that feeling and portrait the happiness, in case you felt the need to touch it on your off-days, and maybe hold on to at least one solid ground that has no variables of change.  Do you ever come across an old friend, and you feel like your old-self suddenly woke up to welcome them, with all the buried common phrases and giggly childish humor, like you're 15 again with no care for adult covers and acts of forced discipline, you project your bare-soul and don't give a damn about the stains it would carry.  Do you ever come across your old self, start to un-polish all societal edits in your head and get back to your natural comfort-zone, so you build an imaginary fort, braid your hair, put on a childhood nostalgic movie, and hide inside your safe place until the world stops spinning with its uncertainty anymore.

Did you notice the beauty of the human body?  Its beauty in giving you signs?  In having the power of changing your hormonal balance; by the emerging light of sun in the morning?  It provides you with cheat codes throughout your entire existence. It’s magical really, how everything in our bodies is connected. When you’re born, your emotions deliver the physical feeling you’re encountering of sickness and hunger, you get older and you get to express that pain in words in order to feel better emotionally about the physical pain you’re enduring, you become an adolescent and you start having feelings, your heart beats faster and you start sweating like a rainy forest when your sweetheart walks by, and you have the urge to run or kick someone’s butt when you’re feeling stressed out.  It’s beautiful, how it alarms you about an upcoming illness you’re exposed to through the symptoms and signs you receive, through realizing that your normal state is under attack, and something just doesn’t f

Happiness, pure indescribable happiness that fills you , when you have been on the wait for the longest of time, when you know you want it to happen so bad, that you two fit together and are meant to be, you and that soulmate of a person, you just meet and you know. It does not happen right away, that magical connection, you do not run away together holding hands into the green meadows into the sunset, you do not tickle yourselves to sleep and laugh till sunrise, but you know you will, one day.. It is the most frustrating thing you are going to feel, knowing that you’re meant to be, but you’re just not there yet , knowing that all you have got to do is wait, because it is going to be  worth the wait , you wait for them to pass the phases they need to experience, the emotions they have to feel, to get to where you are, for them to live their story and learn that what they deserve is waiting for them, never leaving their side, you wait, and you let them live, you let them live and l

There’s beauty outside of this world of depression and piled mattresses you're residing in, there’s beauty in people, in pure coincidences and right interactions that make your heart smile, there’s beauty in finding beauty, and beauty in creating beauty.  It’s worth to live, It's worth the journey and all the doubts you've been through, you'll get to see it soon enough, how your days will be filled with gratitude and happiness, how you will feel yourself getting stronger by the days, sharing nights of love and good jams while finally being at peace with yourself.  It’s all worth it at the end.  Trust me on this, It’s worth the achievements you do, and the recognition you get.  It’s worth the love of your loved ones.  It’s worth it. That’s how life goes, like being in a cartoon series, you won't expect which character would be winning that episode, but you know damn right it's nothing to be bothered by and that another intriguing episode is yet to come and cha

Midnight realizations after a best-friend/tea car-talk; Two of the most influential words I have been getting acquainted with are; perception and awareness . I bet you that it is an every day read for you, either on your news-feed or somewhere along the lines of an advertisement, but have you ever actually admired these words without labeling them too soon as cliché . Your perception of a reality differs each day, depending on your emotional state or whatever condition you are in, it is truly fascinating to me how the story remains the same, with all its plots and characters, but each time your mind thinks of it, it sees something different, your mind creates a different truth for the same situation. It just is .. brilliant. It is opium to the soul, getting enriched by life, through making opportunities happen each chance you get to, the satisfaction of it is addictive, and you just, want , more . A state of mind of getting in touch with yourself and getting to kn

One thing which caught my attention, is that people need to be recognized, related to, and well-understood. They require the understanding and empathy of others regarding their own feelings, which they may not even have all figured out themselves. People need to feel safe in order to become their own entity, especially in their need to communicate and heal, that is why therapists are usually a way they seek, since it is perceived as a safe place with no room for judgment, with the freedom of revealing what they please without having to worry about the mess that can be left behind. At the end of the day, all that people need is validation.  It is already tough in this world, although we have all means to become whoever we aspire to be, we rarely seek these methods due to the fear of challenging ourselves and getting out of our comfort zones.  On a personal note, I have realized that I contain so much energy which led me to virtually hurt myself due to an internal dilemma of how to e

Lessons in life never come the easy way, and I can’t be more grateful for that. I passed through the toughest most emotional years of my life, and that gave my life a motto that I say in every bad situation “ maybe it’s a blessing in disguise ” and  عسى ان تكرهوا امرا لعله خيرا لكم " " .. Therefore, It gave me an insight to see the light in every tunnel or at least feel its existence. A friend once wrote “ In life, you pick your own battles ”.. and that line has been stuck in my head ever since. Every single day, you face different people and different situations, it’s up to you to perceive it as a battle or let it go by smoothly, It’s up to you to surround your day with battles of gossip, envy, and shallow hateful people, or make your battle about your future, work, and motivation. The first kind of battles leaves you empty, stressed out and in-vein, the second kind on the other hand, as much as it burns out your energy, it always fills you up with more fuel to ge

Certain people leave different prints on us, and I would like to believe that each person leaves a stain on your body, that you would recall every time you touch a scar on your thigh, or get an erotic feeling down your spine, or maybe get some butterflies down your stomach. We get painted throughout our lives with the colors of people , melting on our mental and physical canvas, which makes you wonder if you have truly created yourself or you are a painted picture of all the people you have ever met in your life. All these splashes of people stain on you, whether they are black and full of rage; which leave you scarred every time you touch them, or colorful ones that get you into La la land at the sound of each splash. That is the beauty of the human body, you show people your colors, scars, freckles and wrinkles from the outside and it makes you identifiable and beautiful in a certain way, but your true colors are actually deep under your skin, your losses, your true s

How many days go by with you catching glimpses of yourself in the mirror, but never truly looking. How many days go by with you never having the chance to sit with yourself, and getting to know your aspirations better.  We, as humans, dedicate so much time into sitting with our friends and staring into their souls, helping them find out more about themselves, analyzing their dreams and goals, having a vision in the back of our heads, of how they will become, and the way life will shape them.  But we never do the same for ourselves, because we never actually have a one-on-one date between ourselves and our magical mirror. I know some would call this crazy, the idea of sitting in-front of a mirror and talking to yourself, or even the fact that you are talking to yourself; it is actually one of the major ways for you to see your beauty and strengths, to tell yourself, that today, I want to be strong, and actually act upon it.

People break your heart, everyday.  A friend, a lover, and even a parent, can say a brutal thing that would make your heart crumble and never rest at ease again. They believe honesty is the best cure; therefore; they are entitled to lay their opinion down into the bed of your thoughts without realizing that it has taken the whole bed and has left you sleepless, with its constant snoring into your thoughts. Their brutal honesty, that ugly naked idea that will not move away, conquering your thoughts, leaving you restless; because somehow, you know it has truth in it, but you can not decide if it is actually The Truth. If it is who you are and what defines you, this brutal truth of another person of you, or is it purely a mere opinion that could fade one day that resulted from sudden resentment and selfish insecurities. They do not realize that, people, that their words get stuck on you, whether good or bad, even if you ever forget their exact words, you will always remember how you

It is said, you do not realize how beautiful you are until you see yourself in a stranger's eye. You could be the check-list they have been searching for their entire lives, a masterpiece of collected arts they thought they would never find collapsed in one piece.  You have lost numerous eye-candies which made you turn your head twice at the glimpse of their appearance, you admire their quirky crooked smiles from afar, or the way a curl falls freely on a missed button on their laced floral top. You gasp, at the imperfection of their existence, for you know that perfection would never make you look twice. You sit in a classroom, a party, or a metro, as a background ornament to someone's life; observing from afar, and they can never tell that you have fallen in love with their pure existence; you instantly create a mental connection, which you begin laughing at, it is the idea that you could have easily fallen in love with this fleeting stranger.  It is much easier, getting to