Roots, Emotions, Anger

The hard truth is this: Being happy hurts.

Enjoying life’s moments comes with so much pain these days. I’m a privileged immigrant getting to enjoy food, shelter, entertainment, love, and more. And besides being killed, children back home have been robbed the simple act of dreaming. All they are left with is deep deep trauma.

I want my life’s purpose to one day coalesce into keeping these dreams alive. I just want kids in Lebanon and Gaza to play outside, nerd about their little interests, experience AWE, experience a level of passion that makes the heart flutter, and BELIEVE their crazy dreams can be achieved.

I hope it can happen.