The “Jar” of Happiness


We tend to always focus on the dark side, and somehow forget that lots of great things happen with us. There are always those first time things that marks our life once and for all. Once I saw this idea where you create a “Jar” at New Year’s eve, and for the rest of the year whenever something happy and a marking event happens youwrite it done on a piece of paper and place it in the jar, and by the end of the year you open it and check out the best highlights of your year.

I did it for the year 2017, although it was a challenging and rough year for me, when I opened my jar/box for this year it turned out that pretty first time events happened during2017. Beside all those down moments there were times that were pretty awesome.
Everyday brings something new to our life, the sum of the days making a year bring us some pretty interesting stuff. Every year we visit new places and new countries where we get to know a new culture, where we get lost for the sense of fun and exploring.
Every year we experience new things as silly as it might sound, it might be getting on a train for the first time, it might be as silly as tasting new food.
Every year we choose to walk away from some people in our life, at the same time we meet others that keep a trace in ours that we know will always be there even if they walk away.
Day by day we learn and change on the personal level, every small event teaches us something new, every single thing changes something within us.
That’s how life goes on, it brings us both the happy and the sorrow moments. From the bitter tears of goodbye, and the embrace of see you later, to the tears of the joy and the embrace of I miss you. From the blink of the eyes in the front of the sight of new things, to shedding your eyes away from something for the last time. From the ackwardness of first meetings, to sharing many happy moments to come.
Time and distance don’t change anything as they say, we tend to forget, but as long as we highlight the happy moments, we will see the good in our life, and we will be proud of how far we’ve walked up till now.
Let’s always fill our Jars with happy moments, today, tomorrow, and for the days to come.

The “Jar” of Happiness/ by: Nour Al-Amineime things that marks our life once and for all. Once I saw this idea where you create a “Jar” at New Year’s eve, and for the rest of the year whenever something happy and a marking event happens youwrite it done on a piece of paper and place it in the jar, and by the end of the year you open it and check out the best highlights of your year.

I did it for the year 2017, although it was a challenging and rough year for me, when I opened my jar/box for this year it turned out that pretty first time events happened during2017. Beside all those down moments there were times that were pretty awesome.

Everyday brings something new to our life, the sum of the days making a year bring us some pretty interesting stuff. Every year we visit new places and new countries where we get to know a new culture, where we get lost for the sense of fun and exploring.

Every year we experience new things as silly as it might sound, it might be getting on a train for the first time, it might be as silly as tasting new food.

Every year we choose to walk away from some people in our life, at the same time we meet others that keep a trace in ours that we know will always be there even if they walk away.
Day by day we learn and change on the personal level, every small event teaches us something new, every single thing changes something within us. 
That’s how life goes on, it brings us both the happy and the sorrow moments. From the bitter tears of goodbye, and the embrace of see you later, to the tears of the joy and the embrace of I miss you. From the blink of the eyes in the front of the sight of new things, to shedding your eyes away from something for the last time. From the ackwardness of first meetings, to sharing many happy moments to come. 

Time and distance don’t change anything as they say, we tend to forget, but as long as we highlight the happy moments, we will see the good in our life, and we will be proud of how far we’ve walked up till now.

Let’s always fill our Jars with happy moments, today, tomorrow, and for the days to come.

The “Jar” of Happiness/ by: Nour Al-Amine

Behind the Sea

He sat in the yard, surrounded by high buildings, a glimpse of the sea can be seen from between the buildings. He stares at the sun-rays sparkling over the sea surface, dreamily imagining himself at the other side of the sea, at a better land.

There he is a normal kid, getting dressed for school, carrying his heavy backpack, his tiny fingers tightening around the sandwich, eating quickly, as his feet march in a rush against time to get to school, before the bell rings. Reaching at last to take his place behind his classmates in the long line waiting to get to class.

In the classroom, he sits behind the small desk, scratching words, listening to the teacher explaining the lesson, she calls over his name to approach the board, he is moving slowly with confident steps forward, still his name being called is echoing in the atmosphere over and over again.

He opens his eyes, looks around, there is no board, this is not a classroom, it is the dusty yard, with the same dull buildings surrounding it, same worn out laundry spread on the balconies, people sitting around in groups of misery, laughing out of despair, exhaling the death away, in wait for the real breath of life.

With weary steps, he follows the echoes of his name leading the way to his home, to his shelter, to the dark room that keeps him and his family safe. That keeps him alive until death appears on his door.

Behind the Sea by: Nour Al-amine/ Photo by: Sahar Al-amine

Reflected

The shadow reflecting in every corner

The spirit flying in the room’s atmosphere

How come you can be everywhere?

How come each word and each picture links back to you?

It goes back to you, to the person, to the spirit, to the life

To the life that faded long ago

To the spirit that was engraved within many and not only one

To the person that turned into an image

It all goes back to you!

 

Reflected by Nour Al-amine

Words vs. Blank

Scratching words; wasting ink in search for a meaning.

In search of a meaning, of a word, of a world.

Waste of ink.

Waste of words .

Waste of time .

What a world we live in?

What is the meaning behind all this?

Words on papers shouting desperately, shouting out for life, shouting to catch a breath.

The mess of the ink and dancing words on a paper.

Limited by a paper, locked in a book, there is no way out.

Escaping the paper means the end, the end of the word, the end of the world. 

Without words, pages stare at you blankly, purely, peacefully, lifelessly.
All what’s left is the killing silence of a blank paper.

Mylightspirit

Clue

Everything happens for a reason is something you come to believe in more and more by the day. Things happen, events, and people cross your path. 

It all happens for a reason, but what if:
What if you were leaving a trait behind?
What if your acts were for an uncovered reason?
What if you were keeping a message for the future to uncover?
What if your life was a mystery to be solved after a generation?
What if you were leaving clues behind for the mystery to be solved?
The question is; did you know you were doing so? Or was it all based on coincidences?
Was it planned?
Was it spontaneous?
Were you being you?
Were you leaving a hidden message?

Mylightspirit 

 

Clue by:Nour Al-amine/ Photo by: Sahar Al-amine

 

Unmasked

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Unmasked by: Nour Al-amine/ Photo by: Ghida El-Souki

We read books, watch movies, dig into myths and fantasies, imagine what kind of person this imaginary character would be in real life. When everything sounds like an illusion and then this big lie, big confusion, this thing called reality shocks you hard and stronger every time.

 

 

Reality is cruel, crueller than the books, the characters we read about in books are evil in reality. This evil that keeps interfering in everything and makes your life a true hell is for real, dressed nicely though, looks nice as well. In books the evil characters are dressed up to look bad, in real life the evil ones are pretty from the outside but their ugliness remains in their hearts, in their ugly sick minds, in their smiles, and just a single look reveals their real selves.

The noble ones are there too, fighting silently against the cruelty, facing the masked evils with silence, with good deeds, as if the innocence, and kindness can change anything.

With every new chapter in reality, the masked ones dominate more and more, evilness arouse, and the noble ones are pushed to the shadows. In the shadows of the evil, in the corners of cruelty and ugliness of the world.

Reality pushes you to become a minor character in the grand novel of the world. You are there fighting not to become one of the masked. You are fighting to stay you. You are fighting to change what can’t be changed anymore.

You are a minor character in the novel of the world, but you will be the hero of your own story. You will always be the one unmasked.

YOU

Footsteps arising through the dark little alleys, rising above the heartbeats sound, above the breaths noises. Getting higher and higher as the place narrows over your tiny body, and the darkness blocks your whole vision. One at a time you are getting smaller, weaker, and more vulnerable than ever.
You’re shrinking in the dark, silenced under the world’s craziness, imprisoned within your own mind, embracing your thoughts away, flying between the words, and escaping reality. Escaping from the footsteps, from the darkness of the world, escaping to yourself, escaping away, and reflecting into yourself.

Within alone, but never lonely, within comes the truth, the reality, and the true hidden self. When reality keeps on hitting you in the face, when the darkness overwhelms, when you no longer fit in, when being you is the problem, Run!

Run into yourself, embrace your thoughts, love the self you are, run before you get poisoned by the ugliness of the world. Run but never change and never doubt who you are. 

The darkness is against you because you’re never accepting to become the oblivion. You never followed the crowd; so why now do?

Always be you ….

Sinking

Shadowing of the moonlight over the water

Waves crushing the rocks

Feet down in the sand

Step by step

The water rising above

Deeper and deeper

Losing your breath

Salt in the eyes

Silence of the world

You and the sea

Sinking deeper in the water

Sinking deeper in the darkness

Sinking deeper in the darkness of the world

Breathe…

Swim…

Fight…

In the darkness of the night, there is always the moonlight.

            

                                                       

Sinking by: Nour Al-Amine/ Photo by: Shadi A. Karam

Life through a Mirror

Staring in the mirror, a reflection of a suit and tie, an elegant dress, or jeans and shirt with faded faces barely shown. Faded, dead as if life had run away from it.

Staring into the eyes, the dull face, the stiffened face with no features. The curves drawn by the smile around the lips haven’t been drawn for a while now.

Faces as cold as death with shiny eyes that hide a story. A story that has been buried deep down. Another day in a different place with the same dull faces and only the eyes can assure the existence of this creature. Reflection of the outfit of the day in the mirror; nothing else matter.

Light reflected in the eyes, which sparkle curiously in the mirror. Odd images covered with dust present itself in the mirror. The images of the hidden story; staring back in it the person’s face, taking him back in time to the places, faces, and  forgotten moments.

Memories reflected in the mirror. Images jumping one after the other in the mirror. Images of life. Faces that no longer exist in one’s life. Left behind places and moments. Reality hits you in the face.

How weird time had passed? When did one become only a reflection in the mirror of an outfit.

One would think “Am I hallucinating?” “What’s up with me today?”. Don’t fearfully smash the mirror and walk away. Look into the mirror deep into your eyes. Let that feeling of nostalgia overwhelms you for a moment. Choose to live rather than being just a reflection. Never be afraid of the mirror.

Never be afraid of your own reflection. Face your fears. Admit your mistakes. Be you and not just a reflection.

 Mylightspirit

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Life through a Mirror by: Nour Al-amine /  Photo by: Shadi A. Karam

 

 

Decorating the Sorrow

Lights & colors, joy & love, decorations sparkling from outside to cover the darkness, the sorrow, the pain, the suffer of forced pale smiles covered with colors. Colors which are fading with every striking light and every forward step.

The way it all comes to be perceived, to be coming into something; something realistic, near the common sense of pure happiness. It fades with every step toward the exotic joy and lights, as if it is meant to lose something of its originality in the process. As if the power of the glow, the sense of it all is meant to be lost, meant to be colorless, lifeless, and pale.

As if carrying all the colors with you is impossible, as if it is the price you pay, the price to be able to move forward, to be where you are and who you are, and how you come to be.

As if being black and white is what it takes to get to the place you aim, to be at.

You stand long, colorless, hallow from inside, empty, deadly walking, heavily breathing, it somehow hurts when you smile as a hard-tough exercise, an effortful job, something you hardly do, as if it is not that easy and simple, as if the burdens of the universe are thrown on your shoulders.

Dusty issues accumulating from within until you can no longer breathe, until you can only feel the pain arousing in your chest, oxygen escaping from every cell inside of you, and your eyes can barely open.

You end-up as a colorless image, messily colored, as if a child had drawn and colored you messily, a massive huge mess, a colorless useless image messily colored. Badly colored and hideously decorated to hide the true darkness from within between somehow the true joy out there.

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