Fear takes different forms.
When we are young, we are afraid of the darkness.
We grow up and find that it’s not that scary.
We grow up and start getting scared of things we never expected to induce fear in our spines.
We fear getting older.
We fear responsibilities
We fear the death of someone dear
We fear ending up alone, dying alone, meeting new people, getting out of our comfort zone and trying something new,…
We fear failure as we fear success.
We are afraid of other people’s jealousy, their opinions, their comments, their criticism.
We are afraid of ourselves. No wonder we’d be afraid of others. Continue reading
Another lazy post. Or lazy recipe.
As I usually do, I write recipes I’ve made and posts I want to publish in the notes app on my phone. I write wherever I’m at.
This time it’s the bus.
My daily commute.
It’s an adventure being on a bus, and being carless makes that adventure a daily routine I don’t think about anymore. If you are in — or you’ve been to — Lebanon, you know how careful drivers are, and how they care for the passengers that they don’t blast bad music across the bus, smoke, allow smoking, drink, catcall, or treat migrant workers badly. This fell into the routine that every time I tell someone I took the bus they whistle in exclamation and comment on the effort I made to get there.