They’re having a school reunion this week. And I’m having mixed feelings about this. I didn’t like school. I wasn’t anywhere near what I really am back then. I didn’t belong. It’s not a matter of being popular cause 1) that’s a really stupid word, and 2) that I could have been “popular” if I wanted (or at least that’s what I think). I haven’t started to know who I really am until the second year in college. I met some good friends and we had mutual interests. They made me discover a whole new world I only dreamed of. And everything became different since then.
I wish my parents knew who I really was, what I liked. I wish I had someone to guide me. but everything I wanted was different and that is something no one around me could understand. I could only imagine what I could have done, what I could have learnt if I knew earlier who I really was.
On an unrelated note: if you haven’t listened to Fairouz’s new album “ eih fe amal” move your butt and go grab a CD, it’s simply amazing, beyond the description of words.
I recommend:
allah kebeer, eh fe amal, al ardo lakom (highly recommended, written by my favorite jibran khalil)
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