I will turn 30 this June. So I thought I should start writting my thoughts and document them somewhere, you know for latters.
I am a very energetic person, and that is not how I always was. I always were this typical down to earth kind of a person, nothing in particular, nothing to care for, nothing .... period. I was always alone, always have this knack of talking to myself, imagining that I am in a situation that needed my wise opinion, and I used to talk about some pretty serious issues. Like, one day I imagined myself being elected as the first Egyptian Presidente, and I was talking to the crowds about the upcoming era we are facing, we should work and defend our country, bla bla bla. One of the situation I really really remember and has always been stuck with me, was that I imagined myself winner of an academy award and that I needed to give a speech to the audience about how I am thankful to all the people who helped me and stood by me and thank you mom and love you dad and my friends ... I always remember that one, always !
Now that I am 30, I look back and laugh of course at those silly thoughts and laugh even harder at the notion that those things used to make me happy, but they really shaped my way of seing things and interpreting them. Some people, who are older, might say that 30 is still young, why be so grim? Why say used to, was, why even think of writing my thoughts, I should be having something more cheerful to do, like going bunji jumping from the top of a bridge or something. But dare I? Could I? Who am I? Do I know? Do I have to know? What is the true Be in "to be or not to be"? Be is "me" and this blog is the truth about Be.
Like Hamlet, I always get sucked into dilemmas, "to be or not to be". So I have to warn you guys :)
Chokingly enough, I end up thinking more about the truth about me, chokingly even more, I never got that. As sensitive to everything as I am, I never got to understand what I want, where I am going, everyday is a new thing, is something different, is running after my shadow just for kicks.... One day, I write poetry, the other I paint, in between I play sudoku. No one stream, no one way street, my head is always that crowded piazza; so many things to do, so many thoughts to bring to surface. And with all the "so many things" that I do, one might thing that I never get bored; well, I get bored, A LOT, believe you me. I get bored that I have a lot of things to do: another dilemma.
Enjoy my peom: it's one of those contradictions of our daily lives:
Black Sunglasses:
Ever had black Sunglasses? Dark shades over your eyes!
Yes? Tell me how you felt when you saw the world in black
No? Is the world full of balloons and pies?
Shall I look forward, or MUST I look back.
Ever had black sunglasses? Dark shades thicker than brass!
Make you look everywhere, see the people through their mask
Discover other worlds, questions he or she never did ask
I wonder, are they glass people or just people made of glass!
Ever had black sunglasses? Dark shades over your eyes!
Black sun, sun glass, true or telling me lies?
Put them on then take them off, and you'll find,
On you can see, off you are blind !
