Sincerely, Hagar

عندي ٢٧ سنة و هيبقوا ٢٨ قريب. تجاربي في الحياة محدودة جداً و كل يوم بكتشف ده اكتر لما بقابل ناس و أشوف اد ايه في حاجات أنا معشتهاش كل الناس عاشتها تقريباً.  فكرة إنك تلاقي ناس شبهك دي حاجة مهمة و حلو جدااا، عشان من غيرها هتحس إنك غريب في بلاد غريبة و الواحد مش ناقص. بس في نفس الوقت لما كل اللي حواليك يبقوا شبهك ده بيخلي عندك شئ من الاطمئنان و الراحة تجاه تجاربك المحدودة زي حالاتي.  لحد ما تخرج برة بقي و تشوف ناس راحت و جات و عملت و بنت و هدت و أنت لسة محلك سر. من سنتين كنت بنهار من الفكرة دي. إزاي عندي ٢٥ سنة و معملتش حاجة، لا اشتغلت ولا عرفت حد ولا عملت مصايب، ازاي مملة كدة. و بعدين شوية بشوية بدأت أقول لنفسي إنه عادي أنا لسة صغيرة إيه يعني لسة قدامي وقت أعمل كل ده و بلاش هبل. و بعدين بقيت بقول إنه لما ربنا يريد هيحصل كل حاجة.  دلوقتي بقي كل ما أكبر شوية و أتعرف علي ناس برا دائرتي شوية أو أقابل ناس معرفهمش أصلا بحكم شغلي برجع أحس أنا اد ايه محدودة و مملة حتي ساعات اللي هو مافيش خالص. الناس راحت و جات و بتعمل لنفسها حياة و انا زي ما أنا.  ساعات ببقي مبسوطة زي ما أنا ...

The idea of letting go of something or someone so close to our heart is sometimes one of the worst and most painful ideas ever because you could feel the ache right there in your chest but you know there's nothing to be done about it. You either hurt yourself or hurt the person you love the most. Sometimes letting them go is for their best, sometimes it's for yours. Sometimes the misery you both have to battle through is better than being together.  Sometimes the painful, dull ache you feel whenever you hear their name is better than always hearing them say your name.  Sometimes you're not given the choice to walk away or say goodbye. Sometimes it's ripped right away from your hands before you could blink and it leaves you there, aching, hurting and most of all coping. Coping with not having them there all the time, coping with not being able to call them yours or even have their name on the tip of your tongue anymore. It's all taken away ...

No this is not one of them cheesy posts and before we start, if you're a hopeless romantic or believe that love can end wars and cure disease, then fair warning: this post will destroy your pink bubble. Kind of... So let's get going! I was just lying there and one thought led to another and I find myself thinking about the last dinosaur falling dead with its skeleton laid after falling 50 ft from above the ground. Now TV shows, movies, documentaries and such forms of entertainment will create a whole plot that will convince you that this said dinosaur died, not from excessive heat, not from dehydration, not from not from lack of food, not because a meteor fell on earth, etc... They will convince you that this dinosaur didn't die because of any theories, or epiphanies any scientist had, but rather of loneliness. Now hold up there, yes I know you're going to say that animals feel emotion, that people die from loneliness yada yada yada and that's all true, it hap...