A Conversation With My Younger Self

What does “life sucks” mean? At some point, I’m sure it meant my parents not buying me a Kinder surprise or maybe my crush at school not writing me back. For long periods of time, maybe it was simply the struggle to build a career or find a home.

These may be questions, but they hold the answers within them.

I wouldn’t have learned to appreciate my family and parents as much as I do now without spending considerable amounts of time away from them in the last few years. I wouldn’t have been grateful for my health and well-being without coming face to face with death and accepting our eventual mortality. I wouldn’t have learned how far my mental strength can go without being broke and failing at my startups. I wouldn’t have dreamt a new life without shedding my previous one.

I wouldn’t have built up my value chain:

Honesty.

Kindness.

Justice.

Joy.

Curiosity.

So younger me, if I ever come back on a Time Machine and try to change you, please tell me to f*** off. The pain is well worth it.

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A Stream of Consciousness

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Finding Home

Before 2016, my world was stuck between a Lebanese upbringing, and an American early adulthood. For as long as I can remember, I was lost. At 17, I thought maybe moving to the US will make me happy and allow me to follow my dreams, but then I slipped into a long depression. Next, I wondered if moving to San Francisco will cure my depression and allow me to plant new roots. I did that, and after a little while, I was even more lost. At that point, Europe seemed like the final place where I could find my tribe. I was wrong yet again.

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As I lay there…

Hard breath in. Harder breath out. The morphine barely covers some of the pain.

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