Like every other day

Like every other day

The day will end

Like every other day.

If you woke up fed,

Up with being under-recognized

And albeit patronized

By the prospects of losing your job or position..

Or if you were in transition,

With your mind hesitating to sign a petition,

Asking for this or that,

Yet scared to really act

.. Fear of change in a pact

You once struck with the devil,

In return for a sense of security,

In a messed up society.

You seem to have sold your dignity,

Your hopes and dreams that touched the skies,

The same that once had nowhere to hide..

The day will end

like every other day.

And you will soon realize,

Every day is like a petal

..of a rose sitting in a prose.

So write your book.

Get off that hook,

and over the way you look

Cause it’s your soul that shall be remembered..

On this day, like on any other day.

 Joy

Started: May 14, 2018

Completed: July 5, 2018

Online: a day or two later [better late than never;) ]

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Fragile

Fragile

⚜️My Dedications: ⚜️

To each one of you, my people, who think your sensitivity makes you vulnerable or “weak”..

To every one of you gorgeous souls who judge themselves so hard for those days when you “slip” or just slow down a bit..

⚜️We are all human and our greatest strengths are what make us stand out, different, and therefore what others try to snatch away from us because they can never be as fragile or sensitive or compassionate, loving and genuinely loved in return, let alone live the beauty of human feelings to the extreme and really know what it means to have lived through hell up until we touched self-love, forgiveness, peace and the most superior forms of healing as a result (: ⚜️

No matter where you were

What you’ve been through

Or where you are headed;

No matter the lessons you learned,

And all the remaining that’s unlearned;

No matter all the knots,

… with the untied ones in the pit of your stomach,

there to stay like there’s no need to panic.

 

Fragile.

Like a bird with a broken wing,

Sometimes we all feel that ring,

Getting tighter and tighter around the throat

Dropping down to the gut,

Where then it is there to settle..

Making its way to the bottom of the kettle,

Still trying to pour out Tea,

To make others feel free,

Because that’s what brings it energy!

Fragile, agile, senile?

You were born agile,

You feel you will never grow senile..

If love disappointed you once,

And you don’t want to take a second hit twice, yet..

Opportunity will knock back at your door,

One day, someday

Because this is life

and,

We live to interact,

to act, not act, and live a life unpacked;

to meet, to laugh, to cry, to hope, despair, to fight and surrender;

but only to rise again because our bodies demand it

… In their own little ways!

And all of this, all of it,

is the best way to learn

With whom we ought to Be Real.

We remain fragile.

 

If your career turned out disappointing,

Or what you do is really the object of your parents’ doubting;

If your friendships made you chase

..Disloyal mates who’d go behind your own back,

And in your own home talk crap

Puking in your hat,

acknowledge:

 

We remain fragile.

Our fragility was not found to be lost!

It was not there to hide..

My friend!

The life we live is like the tide,

That moves us through the ebb and flow,

Until it makes our head blow,

And our heart explode,

With the extremities of the human feeling

That can be so healing..

because

We remain fragile!

 

A complete perfect being exists not!

See that public figure, famous speaker?

The known artist, the achieved banker?

The balanced yogi, talented dancer?

Every one has lost their compass!

And has hit an impasse.

But

Choosing to find that stillness,

On a boat amid the worst of illness;

They chose to navigate,

Meditate and not perturbate

…their hearts or minds with

People’s talks or the world’s negativity.

Fragile?

In your hearts,

Find your inner room,

Make it your broom,

Shovel out of your soul

Every every foul;

Make it a practice to send away with your very owl,

A message of peace and love

… To that body engulfing you,

To that soul embracing you.

Fragile!

If Your body is a shell,

Its interior is a bell,

With tintinnabulations every time you tell,

That world and every dweller of our universe,

That you will be yourself,

Unique and alive,

Living and ready to dive

…Into whatever life carries to your plate

Because you will always be your own mate!

Fragile?

Of strength, you will never run out!

I been there and couldn’t but count

The infinite blessings our minds can use to

surmount

… every challenge, physical or mental.

You have been there too, haven’t you?

And if you think living’s a game of only two:

Life or death?

Win or lose?

Wake up! You come from an endless fountain of creation.

You are an intricate being

Blown into life.

Fragile .. yet!

With every strike,

We get to ride the bike,

In a different direction

With a different kind of affection

Towards ourselves first and foremost.

If things did not change,

In our life and other people did not turn the page

…even if on us,

We wouldn’t push for change;

We wouldn’t aim higher,

Or see that down much lower

we could find our happy;

We Wouldn’t adapt, or expand,

That intellect, that street smart, life-smart,

This skillset that saved us from the next big blow,

And instead took us to the golden bow!

Where the arrows of creativity, peace, love, and positivity

… Brighten our once grim world:)

Life is way too short,

Not to believe in you.

Yes all fragile!

Life is way too short,

Not to believe this world was created for you to shine.

Fragile?

Why though would it want you to suffer?

Life is way too short,

To sit and wonder if i will make it through.

You will.

Love ❤️,

Joy

May 7, 2018; 9.54pm

Diagnosed..

Diagnosed..

To Aya,

My idol. I love you.

To you, my people. ❤

31 years old was her new milestone.

She knew exactly what scared her to the bone!

Because she has entered the so called “zone”..

where doctors change that tone;

Where most nightmares are sown,

To the human brain that stands always prone.

*Diagnosed.*

But as she anxiously awaited confirmation..

Benign was it, or malignant?

… {silence}.. Indignant!

Yet, there she was standing at the station,

Taking the train to tell the whole nation,

Trust me, you would do just anything..to alwaysknow.”

*Diagnosed.*

It changes a life,

Makes her live a strife,

As the news sure cuts like a knife…

Oh But her beauty!

Was nothing like a duty, as

She never asked..”Why me

Yet she called on the other bee,

To make her plea,

Before it was too late. Still..

It’s never too late or early to know“, she said..

*Diagnosed.*

Get rid of that ghost!

Go & have that check;

Pick your card from that deck,

If it’s a tumor you get,

You are still no wreck..

because you knew, you know

And can still glow.

*Diagnosed..*

In your own body,

Or If anyone else you embody..

You are not just somebody.

Yes you were *Diagnosed!*

But only to be the Strength,

That can stretch at length

To overcome this.

Yes you were *Diagnosed!*

To be the Message!

And the Passage,

Of someone whose path was a wreckage.

*Diagnosed..*

To be the Sign,

and the lucky Dime..

The Salvation from human frustration..

Over the littlest things, especially when:

Humanity loses track of what really matters in this glimpse of a life.

Yes, *Diagnosed!*

as Carrier of Life,

Whose fight  inspired just right,

The love to live to be fired;

And all those who now admired…

*Diagnosed…*

and the *Prognosis!*: 

Malignant! Indignant!

Malignant! Indignant!

Malignant! Indignant!

But all that don’t matter!!

Love yourself enough to know.

[…]

Go & have that check;

Pick your card from that deck,

If it’s a tumor you get,

You are still no wreck..

Because you knew, you know

And can still glow.

#breastcancerawareness #friendship #negativeturnedpositive #strength #weakness #mindbattle #love #selfcare

To Aya…an idol.

To every one of you my people..

To the ladies *diagnosed* and not,

To the men who have known someone close to heart *diagnosed*..

Ideal World

They said I lived in an ideal world ..

where no tears or sadness could be heard.

They said I lived in an ideal world

where puzzles fell right into place

and … there was no need to stare into the open space,

to try and find the pace …

at which to live and love, to laugh and giggle.

They said I lived in an ideological world.

They said i didn’t see what it was really like..

the sorrow, the pain, the deception, the gain.

They said I lived in an ideal world…

yet even when they didn’t really say,

it’s the price I would pay…

to stand tall and say,

 

No! YOU don’t know what it’s like

that I choose to fight

You don’t know what it’s like when you have to pack light

even when you don’t see the light,

to pick yourself UP, out of bed every day alike,

choosing to end your struggle and play the boggle!

You..don’t know what it’s like,

to lose an ideal world

but choose not to follow the herd;

I know the ideal world because I lost that ideal.

 

At a moment in time,

there was less love, more hate,

less hope more rope.. tightening the grip against your hip.

I know that shattered ideal!..

when there was less beauty,

more scars and reality;

so NO! You don’t know that in an ideal world,

You gotta choose more trust, more spontaneity,

more love , more sharing, and much more caring.

No! YOU don’t know how to give anymore,

let alone trust your feelings and say they have no meaning!

They said I lived in an ideal world,

They said I haven’t seen shattered families,

broken bonds, distant and mechanical robotic reactions…

They said I lived in an ideal world,

haven’t been a kid in a broken home,

in a shell turned upside down,

searching for that frown ..

the frown that sea gave away when the shell turned deaf to the sound of its waves..

It breaks my heart to see that you don’t see,

I have been Up, Down, left, and right in my life,

yet every day, I dream BIGGER.

I choose sweeter. I love harder.

I hug tighter. I trust so much harder.

Because in an ideal world, the only Real Ideal is YOU.

And when you’re true to YOUR feelings,

You get to share my IDEAL WORLD 🙂

 

Truly yours,

Joy

Original written March 12, 2018 at 9.44pm

Posted: March 13,2018.

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When You Wake Up Low

For the past 2 months i have had people, friends, new close friends just open up to me about their life story.

Some of the other stories, deep true ones, i captured on my social media accounts where they shared them so genuinely to find strength and faith and a push…

Sometimes, we wake up or sleep or spend a day feeling SO ungrateful,

We wake up mad at nothing and everything,

depressed for no reason or for all the reasons in the world, we tell ourselves.

We wake up without aim sometimes,

Only to wonder why do i have to go to work today,

Or why do i have to be there, have to do that, have to take that?

On other days we may wake up feeling tired,

Blue, lazy, in need of that “me time”, that inner peace,

In need to find the answer,

the answers to our existence, or to why are we so “comfortable” where we are and don’t want to aim higher or farther,

We may wake up wondering,

what’s my purpose? Why am i here?

What good am i doing and,

what difference can i make in a world where…

others would kill for attention or

where others are already the powerful and the rich, and the influential…

What difference would i make, If i share myself, my art, my skill set?

my talent, my job, my love, kindness, my insecurities?

Well…

To all of those days and self-thoughts, here is what the past two months have revealed to my now-watery eyes and profoundly touched heart:

When you wake up low,

Think of your friend Abbas…. whose dad is fighting with liver cancer eating him up every day; yet, Abbas a 25/year old young man, shows up every day, and every Sunday,

All hyped up for our run, and our training; so energetically,

he’s like the mayor of the team, everyone knows him and goes the extra mile in all he does.

Looking at him, you’d definitely say, nothing can be wrong in his paradise!

And that smile … that can never be wiped off his face rain or shine!

When you wake up low,

Think of Aya.. your version of Aya too,whose cherished and close little sister is fighting with Multiple Sclerosis (MS) and has been at it for years now

That same Aya, shares a piece of her every morning, through a music link she sends.

And what music that is, sensational, sensual, cuts deep into emotions.Y

et Aya, oh Aya,

she remains the most creative human being, in film production;

manages to be a writer as well with a first book on the way and dreams as beautifully and real as a 5 year old.

When you wake up low,…

Think of Michele… who turns out is fighting lymphoma, and her fb posts call it,

“Only a chapter of my life..”

That 23 year old ambitious nutritionist, striking young lady whose beauty even took her to the Miss Lebanon pageant and became the talk of the town.

She… well she was never meant to be ordinary. A star.

When you wake up low…

Look very closely around YOU, think of Georges whose mom just lost her battle with cancer 10 days ago;

Think of the other George who lost his dad out of the blue 6 months ago no preparation;

Think of Nadim, my passionate, genuine, full of life MBA student, or your version of him in your circle, whose mum also passed away by another type of cancer just 2 weeks ago now.

When you wake up low,

Please, think of Abed, my (your version of a ) running buddy..

Who promised to join me in my next marathon in Europe, cause we ran the first in Beirut together as ONE; yet,

only 2 days ago, he revealed privately that his knee ligament is damaged and had started with a meniscus injury… but now,reality hit and an operation is due.

When you wake up low,

Remember Sharrow… a friend of a super friend i met who had a car accident and was hospitalized to be treated for just that; yet,

there he was then diagnosed with cancer and was crippled for 3 years, before doctors finally said he could get better on this new year.

When i spoke to him, walking his dog for 5 minutes under his building made his eyes SPARKLE.

When you wake up low,

Think of your version of Lily, a mother of 4 of the most beautiful girls i have met.

She married very young, into a well-off family. Down to earth, she lived her life

in the context she lived in, but four years later , things for her husband take a turn to the worst, and

the road got really bumpy; economizing became a lifestyle and ..

couple fights become the real deal for a long while with babies and kids to take care of and sustain.

One step at a time, with a lot of faith and love and kindness… they start getting through things,

She, determined to be an example to her girls, imposes herself on the job market,

and nails a job, then another at the university where i taught.

Shortly afterwards, she realizes her calling to “be all there” for her daughters slowly leaving the cocoon … she gives them wings – literally and metaphorically;

And when they flew off, she did not stop!!

She now is a passionate cook,

working from her own kitchen and taking her organic products out to the food expositions on Beirut’s streets,

for people to taste food that is made with love and care and healthy seeds,

served by a charming magical smile and a bubbly soul like one you have never met.

When you wake up low,

PLEASE, don’t you look without Seeing

Just Look around, SEE,

even your social media activity will reveal life stories, truths, losses, fights, chemo stories, tales of courage, passion beyond all that “happy-all-the-time moments snapped and collaged on social media”.

These things are real,

These people are everyday people like you.

They love to live, they love life too.

But like you, they have had their share of heartbreak, heartache,

They wrote books, letters, carved their feelings in the chosen few.

No battle in this life is easy to fight;

No life comes without battle,

Because in status quo, we perish as human beings created with a pumping heart and an active brain.

Every one is fighting a battle you know nothing about.

When you wake up low … now you ought to know,You have every reason to glow,You STAR, You are alright

Just take your ride,

Climb the tide,

Knowing you only get one life,

one day at a time to really live.

Look around and just SEE, when you wake up Low.

(:

All my love,

Joy

Jan. 30, 2018, 3am

Want to Stop Hurting? Let’s :)

People around me have been hurting .. It made me genuinely sad..
and I felt responsible, i need/ed to do something.
I exist in this world, like you, for bigger reasons, for a greater purpose:
to be whoever i was created to Be and get better at it well because.. i was created to do what i do the way i do it, not the same way others do it..
I am sure you may be, or people in your circle are hurting..?
In my circle, particularly in this period, not 1 or 2 this past week that i knew of .. like Alara .. Sneha.. Sarah ..
[Add in the names of your cherished one’s here],
but several people were hurting. and I was compelled to share a dose of
love,
care,
compassion,
kindness,
support .. 
in my daily chain of kindness started two years ago and now including 102 people!!
and then, sharing things here with you, my precious ones, my world but you get an extended version, well because you have been so generous in your words, comments, and likes, you have been “life” – generous and i am forever grateful to you.
💪
🌸
This today my people, goes out to a friend of mine in India..
who hasn’t been doing so well; because we all fall there, don’t we?
Into that pit…? 
But i got a sign of life from them and she reminded me actually that:
We must let things go, and there’s a catch:

When u let it go, it soon turns into your biggest strength: that is,  your story..

 A story u can tell those u choose to tell for the rest of ur life and move people you meet on your way 🙂
Also, ive been to condolences this week…and something happened, something big and magical.
I met a total stranger as i consoled my friend/colleague Sandra standing next to her.
And the young stranger [Celine, as i later was compelled to meet legitimately as i insisted on talking to her one on one;
there was something that pushed me to just STOP and talk to her, dig further..for what turned out to be a most beautiful human connection with someone who for a minute was a complete stranger, and in a minute, became someone unforgettable in my eyes and hers.]
she stared at me for a minute or two, looked at me with eyes that were at once:
sad and full of amazement, of disbelief, of trust;
eyes that wondered how on earth i captured her attention and heart.. to the extent that i made her feel something different than the pain she was feeling  at that moment on that cursed day, when she had to stand there, among so many people, and hold back tears, to say goodbye to her grandmother …
She later admitted, she sensed , “a positive energy” as i passed to share my words and condolences with Sandra..
I cannot explain it, what when Celine and I shared when our eyes locked, as i spoke out my words to Sandra and indirectly to Celine who was standing right next to her..
But it was real my people. It was so magical, a beautiful moment i never experienced before.
I felt .. like i lit her world, even for a fraction of a second, amid her sorrow, tears, and her “pit” .. truly, when you feel you have done that, you feel..
You connected to another human, to a soul that was so in need and in search of some sort of communication or a connection, to let itself outside the shell,
to share pain, concerns, sadness, grief, but all wrapped with the love to the person taken away from her.

My people, when you adjust your attitude, every morning, every hour, every minute of anger or anxiety or depression, 

People around you feel it, 

You connect,

And by sharing this with them, your adjustment,  u feel stronger, empowered, through them. 
#loveyourlife 

You are left with what u exactly need to make it in this life, every time, even if u had to start over, countless times.

#pickyourselfUP and get going:) why tomorrow not today?
🌈
All my love, truly,
Joy
It’s the little things that count, in every aspect of life.”
July , 22, 2017 at 11.23pm