A message of hope: Fly

A message of hope: Fly

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You’re flying.

When a new born bird attempts to fly, it struggles.

It falls of trees branches and buildings and heights.

Alone.

It’s the course of nature.

It even starves to death if it weren’t for their mums “sometimes” who feed them

…until they have the instinct,

That you have come to have, now, today.

***

But when the bird grows

And learns how to fly,

It stops seeing that it is actually “flying”, soaring..

Because it has become such a mechanical process

And, because it can’t see itself from down there,

It can only see from where it is standing.

***

You’re flying. Your website. This core empire you are building.

Hassan [Insert your name here], you are flying.

I feel it,

I see it.

I even have the greater vision.

And i couldn’t be prouder or more motivated by you.

***

I shared these words with a friend of mine, among you my super people, was feeling down.

His  gratefulness touched me so deep, hence i just found out it got out here somehow for you guys!

Oh, I replaced some of my original Arabic terms to English ones, remaining true to my message really:

To every one of you here out here:

You are already there.

Them hurdles, they are temporary.

Believe in your dream, vision, choices, and decisions.

Adapt as you go, but you were meant to chase them. Cause they are part of YOU, YOU.

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A Phase

A Phase

Sometimes you know not what you want.

You meet lots of people,

And the days pass; yet..

The clock hands feel like an impasse.

 

You are all over,

Or maybe you just want to live it up,

Perhaps a mini “do-over” like:

More living, less thinking?

 

A phase

 

Some days our perspectives change;

Even though we’ve seen,

People from different walks of life & our judgement was then obscene;

Here and elsewhere on the page,

This year it feels different,

Like you’re out of your glass cage.

 

Your mind is maturing,

Your judgement is more open,

Your tolerance exponentially grown,

As if its cocoon was torn.

 

There is a click you can’t explain,

But it just feels right to follow your gain..

Being yourself and enjoying the moment;

Living, fully, with all the ornament..

Cause it felt special, genuine, and true

To you and the other.

 

And you tell yourself,

Perhaps; just perhaps, it’s all..

 

Just a phase?

 

But for once,

It feels safe.

Despite the uncertainty,

And the slightly flawed certainty

..that a different perspective is formed,

It feels like you’re really living;

Something that’s true, incomplete perhaps,

But it feels nice no matter tomorrow’s probable mishap.

 

A Phase

 

Sometimes, there isn’t more to it!

And when you both agree it’s the “timing” that’s essential”,

All the other’s alibis lose credential!

 

What they want may still be a mystery

But by the time you get there,

The whole fling’ll probably be history! Unless…

Unless building, you sense a change of heart?

 

It’s highly doubtful though,

From where it all started;

And you remind yourself:

You have nothing to lose but

He..a lot to gain,

Had he known you for all that you really are

And all that you can really be.

Going with your sincere feeling,

If a chance is what you’re peeling,

Then enjoy and so be it.  

 

A phase

You can never really know what’s on his end,

Like he can never really know to what your hand’s clenched;

Except… if the times unfold,

More stories untold, and.. circumstances from old

Or sharings of gold..

Become the centre of discussions,

Outings and confessions.

A phase

 

Love ❤ 

Joy 

May 22/23, 2018

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Be Human

 

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My piece below was inspired by a little something I did and how it made the world go round..: There’s an app i use, Buffer, which kind of crashed on my phone, not allowing me proper management of my content as it should. So, i emailed their customer service inquiring about the glitch in the App and why i can’t seem to manage things like i used to. Dave, one of their agents replied back to me, he was very helpful and very humble. So i emailed him a  super sincere Thank you, genuinely admitting his help made all the difference and really helped sort me out. The pics attached are the emails i kept getting for a week, on how much my thank you meant, and how it changed their day and meant the world! I really did not do anything, except Being a Human:)

You make the world go round“, she said.

“No, I said. I was just being human. Being kind to one another is what we humans are born to be.”

From an email sent behind the desk,

You are talking to someone in particular,

And there is nothing or none about it peculiar!

 

Even though the medium is systematized,

The people never are synthesized.

 

Someone’s job is to reply your email

to complete your transaction,

and help you when you’re in action.

 

Be human.

 

Use your heart;

Feel.

Be kind.

The Earth is crying out loud again.

 

Chase away the greed.

And these tricky survival insticts

 

Please. Be human, 

 

Just follow your nature;

Live at peace with yourself;

Be content.

Appreciate.

Meditate,

Compliment – you may just make his day!!

Admire, respect, be elegant and graceful in both..

 

Be human.

For some day someone will return the favour,

and

It shall not be of a bitter flavour,

 

It shall not only be on pink or patterned paper,

But in every newspaper.

 

Truly yours,

Joy.

Completed : Apr. 29, 2018

 

 

 

 

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*..

Woman of Steel

You are a woman of steel,

Who’s had no time to heal

You are a woman of steel,

Whose heart is ripe to peel..

Peel off those burdens, those memories,

Those scars, mountains, and accessories

…Accessories that now decorate the garden of your heart.

 

You are a woman of steel,

With eyes the colour of teal,

And hands as timid on the wheel,

..that wheel of LIFE

That may have just not stopped spinning.

But you know what, woman of steel?

Those whose heels stop spinnin’,

Fail to heal themselves and their “other”..

 

You are a woman of steel,

For every time you breathe,

You think this is my last breath

For every time you kneel, to a love not real

You acknowledge you have that hidden strength,

To fight at length,

For all that you believe in at heart!

 

You are a woman of steel…

So don’t you fall apart,

When distant closures may make you cave in,

Or feelings of longing make you lose your part.

 

You are a woman of steel,

So you easily bend when things get real,

But you bounce right back with a whole lotta zeal.

 

You are a woman of steel,

For overcoming every ordeal,

With a courage that’s surreal

And a kneel that can heal..

The most broken-hearted soul,

With the most healing stroll.

 

You are a woman of steel,

For all you have endured

Was finally bundled for you in a little present,

In a bundle of joy and cuteness,

Like your own little crescent.

With him, you started over,

Making a new life, vowing to win every fight-

But this time, not for you … 🙂

 

This time, until forever, it’ll be for him.

So, woman of steel,

Go ahead and stir the wheel!

Take command of your own beautiful ship

For no one has ever built a perfect ship.

 

You are a woman of steel,

And the clouds pray for you to heal!

Go now! and love and trust again,

For you are a woman of steel.

 

Inspired and dedicated to a piece of my heart in the Netherlands, who  calls me her “guardian angel”, yet all i do is just share my heart and mind with her. I am humbled..

Feb.11, 2018; 10.48pm.

Tonight though, i sensed i wanted to share this with all of you. So, to all of you ladies out there waiting for closures, self-doubting, or passively living or slipping.. You got this. We got this.

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Captured at 8am today during my 25km run: a stormy day was predicted. Yet, despite them clouds and agitated sea, there was a beauty unexplained. And, it actually turned sunny as i ran my 19th km. There’s always a crack of light, hope, or strength no mater what, when or where.

Love,

Joy.

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

Christmas: A Different Tale

This year, Christmas is a different story.

I met a lot of people in my 2017, more than any other year i think.

Christmas was a different tale in different lives:

I met gems, who celebrate two Christmases.. because their parents are not together

I met some who cannot celebrate Christmas with their loved one because their families have different religions..

I met single moms, who thought this year, that was it, it’s all i can take.

I met friends, who celebrated Christmas with a heavy heart that’s unexpectedly lost somebody very dear

I met parents who celebrate without their kids or grandchildren because the adults don’t really “ talk “ anymore

I met multiple people who lost their *Mum* this year and their dad only few months back

I met individuals who celebrate Christmas with a very sick parent or sibling at home or on a hospital bed..

I met humans who celebrate Christmas in austerity, due to life’s tighter economic conditions year on year.

In that same year:

I met people who have little in their pockets but rich on contentment and enjoyment of exactly what they have.

I met people whose support system at home is indeed broken up,

yet who see the little hidden advantages even in that and who are on the roll to be better at evthng they do- talk about strength and positivity in life!

I met people with heavy hearts, yet who carry more happiness to every other human they meet.

I met new moms who were never that warm at heart or that optimistic..spending their first Christmas with their baby in a real home.

I met some others who gave in a lot of compromise- loving it- to prove that religion is just a tag and you can live and love and learn about other religions and still be part of a real family

I met people whose close ones have such poor health or who are very sick themselves .. yet, being around them is like a humungous wave of optimism, where all is rosy in this life, for them, and for others.

These, well, they turned out to be the same people having all the hardships listed above… 🙂

Life is full of stark contrasts;

It takes away things, giving others.

It closes a door, but opens others. Hurts but then mends..

Just like it takes sadness, to touch real happiness

It takes failure to know success

It takes heartaches, to find the one, that’s how “you’ll know”

It takes having so little, to appreciate the bundle of #blessings you now have

to celebrate Christmas and every day you get in this life, knowing you have a lot more than many, many.

It takes hardships and strength and multiple attempts to be who you are today,

To know how to spend this Christmas just #grateful for having those you have around you Now.

The Now is so short, yet is a lot.

Yes, They may not be here tomorrow,

you may not be here tomorrow either;

This Christmas, i saw how frail we are just by being Human.

Yet, with a heart that treasures what you have and overlooks what you don’t have,

You can live like a king:

so humble, that his blessings just flow upon every human in his kingdom.

Happy Christmas my most beautiful blessings and gems💫.

PS:

It takes so much more courage to:

Love and live a religion of Love,

Be Kind..

Than to walk with the world, go with the flow even if it’s a wrong one.

After all,

“You can’t blend in, when you were born to stand out”, ever ✨.

Stand your ground;

You can’t change who YOU are at heart and in soul, then maybe the world can Start to change the way it sees.

All my love,

Joy

♥️🌹🦋

Dec. 25, 2017

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Snapped on our way back from spending Christmas eve in the Bekaa region, in a beautiful city called Zahle 🙂
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On the same road we took, you could see the mountains and the sea at once. It was raining yet the sun also found itself a spot:)