Draw From Your Own Strength

Lately, I've been jolted right down to the nerve. These jolts carry a message, a precious message in a bottle that has taken many sand grains down an hour glass. A piece of advice I should have already accepted for my own benefit. I should always look out for myself. I should always seek for my comfort. I should always try to better myself. Why? Because at the end of the day I am the only thing I have (family aside, ofcourse). Look out for yourself before you look out for others. Sure, it sounds obvious intuition. But everyday, at every unconscious window of having your guard down, you give up, petty in your eyes but essential in reality, time. Time that you should have for yourself. Time that you can never get back. Time that will chew you up and spit you out, if you don't put up a good tussle. Do your part. Do yourself a favor. Look out for yourself.

One Epiphany Please

I kinda need enlightenment. Notice, I say "kinda" just to alleviate the graveness of the situation. I suppose to psychologically keep my "edge" in tact, even my pride. I'm quite complicated, and no it's no bragging; it gets on my nerves-- well confuses me actually and I find myself in the process of always trying to figure out myself. I know, that sentence in itself is complex.

I write to make sure that I have a time-stamp that I can look back on, and draw from for whatever reason(s). It's not for show, not for feedback, and definitely not for attention.

Allahoma - in this holiest of months, the beautiful Ramadan, I ask the most Merciful and Gracious to guide me for I dearly am in need of such mercy.

Country and Pride

Do you love your country? Do you show it? Do you hide it? Do you fabricate it?

I grew up in a home that cherishes family religiously, a home that does not take kinship for granted, a home filled with simple, pure, and comforting security. Such blessings, needless to say, naturally instill the feeling of deep, and genuine gratitude. This home, this beautiful - in my eyes - home, to me is called Kuwait.

Love your country. Show it smartly. Be zealous, but be modest. Don't put on a show. Do it justice.

Like Attracts Like

It eludes me as to when was the last time I had the chance to just sit back, take a forced breath and exhale a calm, liberating one in return, and jot down some random thoughts that cramp the mind at times. Sometimes, I wish I could turn back the hands of time. But, I know I'll just be fine. It's just wishful thinking, very human of me. Now to the the thought of interest: why is it that you tend to be drawn, with a curious conviction, towards people you think are similar to you. Similar, in age, mindset, attitude, maybe even gender and background. You don't discriminate, that's not the point. Not at all, atleast that's what you'll know. People ofcourse will jump the wagon when it's pointed out. It just happens. Some things are just harder to present in words. I say it's okay. You feel you can relate, you see yourself in them.

The Ugly Manifestation of Ignorance

I retreat to this blog to spill impulsively, compulsively, and at times for no friggin' reason.
I feel this is the utter epitome of a pointless text. But I frankly don't give a crap, and just feel like it - oh and just because I CAN.

I fucking loathe people that sport a superiority act without an ounce of guilt in them. Shit, they pride themselves for it. I bet I touched on this very topic before. But humans are humans; yet that is not an excuse, no, not even remotely. I just feel that I have to drop the word human to jolt other associated words into your memory-obliged minds (I'll leave that to your imagination good sirs, and madames).
This attitude, this sick, disgusting attitude comes in all forms and times: school, work, shops - heck even when you're walking on the street minding your business; yes, I'm talking about them durrrtyy looks, that body language, and of course that crap vibe that resonates from that unsightly excuse of a being.
Oh snap, you want to talk about marriage? No, not a day to talk about it. I won't even go there. That's a WHOLE other level.
I have zero desire to write: zip, ziltch, zot, nil, nada, void, blank, space, null... 9ifir.

Funny thing is, I had a happy and pleasant day.

Saturday Nights

So here's the deal. I went out for a walk on a Saturday night (almost midnight), which was quite worth it I must say, since it entailed quite the treat. Standing at a crosswalk, a taxi van full of girls stopped right in front of me. The girl sitting near the window started waving in my direction. Me, the unsuspecting receiver of the wave, was confused to say the least. I actually looked behind me- lame, I know. She then started blowing kisses. Oh, and the rest of the girls starting waving too.
I just love Saturday nights, where everyone is out and happy.
To be honest, I'd like it to be Saturday night most of the time. Funny, like the TGI ad only with Saturdays, we want more Saturdays!

[edit]: Funny thing, it was a Friday night. So there you go. Ironically a TGI it's Friday moment.

Belonging

A person always needs to feel they belong. Belong to what exactly though? More specifically, if a person belongs to a group, is it possible to equally belong to numerous groups?
Being caught between groups is not something you would want to experience.
The general world has grown harsh. Hearts of cold cobblestone prosper, it seems so anyway.
Or maybe I just expect too much. People are not like yourself. They are from a different dimension, so it seems. Survival of the fittest- ignorance- so it seems...