Carpe Diem right?

The Greeks say kalos kai agathos - a singular balance of the good and the beautiful. The Greeks knew what they were talking about. A singular balance of the good and the beautiful - finding the perfect balance, be it spiritual and wordily or any other type of balance. The thing is ; we need balance in our life but then again , it's easier said then done. I can spend a whole day watching a season of a TV show and not do any philanthropy or spiritual task and BOOM! There goes that innate balance I was hoping to seek. So I found the next best thing. Something easier and well, more probable then finding "balance" in a world where you have to be amazing at everything. And by everything I mean, the clothes you wear, the way you talk, walk, sit, stand, eat, drink and all that jazz. It can get tiring and sometimes you'll feel like the world has swallowed you whole and you're drowning, looking for redemption of some sort, when you realize that it really doesn't matter what people think. This may take years, you may realize it on your death bed or the moment someone rolls their eyes at you - but the point is you realized one of life's most common yet misconceived truths - you can be the talk of the day just by doing or saying something out of the norm. 

So the thing that I found out, in my seventeen grueling years of life, that in order to find balance in life, you have to find your anchor ; the one thing (or many) that brings you back to who you are, your purpose, why you say what you say, how you say it, the way you walk and talk, eat and drink, find that one thing that brings you back to shore when your drowning in the madness of the world. 

an·chor
n. 
A source of security or stability.

Anchor's are usually used to hold a boat down and help it from floating away, similarly  the anchor of our life is a source of stability, it should help us from floating away when the tide gets rough. It should bring us back, be a source of reviving. 

 The anchor of my life, the thing that brings me back when I just can't go on, is my favorite TV show, song or book at that moment. Yes, as lame as that sounds and as worldly and materialistic as it defines me to be, those things are my anchor. The Doctor's helped me numerous times when I felt too small or unimportant, Stiles helped me when I felt like nobody understood my sarcasm,  Elizabeth Bennett helped me when I felt alien to the world. My anchor may be intangible and fictitious to outsiders but to me, it's my key to the alternative universe I created a long time ago. The universe in which I feel safe and happy. The universe that has been my anchor for so long but I only realized it when I wasn't busy trying to find a logical anchor that people would understand.

Find your anchor. Find the thing, person, day, memory that brings you back and hold on to it. People may laugh and point but that's the beauty of your anchor - it's your's. Because when you're all alone, in the night or walking to work, and all those thoughts come back to you, the ones you thought you had forgotten, the ones that haunt you and make you feel worthless, well they're nothing compared to the weight of your anchor and you'll swim back up to shore holding that heavy anchor - the anchor that isn't pulling you down but helping you swim back up to the sun rays. Truth is, either life can be sweet like an 80's movie or absolute crap, that's up to you. Be negative if you want to - you're allowed to have bad days, weeks, months or years, but when you realize how much potential you've got and how much magic is inside of you, hold your anchor to your heart, breathe in, and let life take you in. Carpe Diem right?

The post in which I talk about something very close to me...

I would like to use my blogging powers to talk about something that's very close to my heart and that matters a lot to me. 

For a few years now my greatest causehas been the fight in the Middle East. Palestine, Syria, Egypt  all the countries that have been in turmoil for several years. 
Honestly, I was never one to give a crap about anything or anyone but the things I could physically see and touch but what happens and continues to happen in these rich, cultured lands of not only traditions but religion, had hit me hard in the guts. I've had open wounds about this particular subject for quite a while and I always tend to get offensive when someone brings it up. Now, I personally have never been to these countries but just seeing the images through TV channels and reading articles daily about the grotesque and just bloody unfair treatment towards humans just infuriates me. 

I know I may not be able to do a whole lot but I pray every single day that the men, women, children, freedom fighters, everyone and anyone in those countries, stay safe from the horrors I can't even begin to comprehend, and that they die in the name of God. 

It's amazes me that being who I am - a Muslim -  means I'm connected to a million people just by a vow that we all made to God and that those millions of people are scattered across the globe fighting their own battles and wars while I helplessly, sit and type with tears in my eyes. I can only hope with all my heart that God helps those people with strength and courage to go on. What would it be like to see children dead on the road everyday? To see girls raped and taken away from their homes and families? All those things we see in movies be partially true. I can't even begin to feel the pain they are going through. May God give them patience and all the happiness in the next World.

This may seem like a super religious post for many but for me it was from a philanthropist point of view - I mean that's what people do right? Say everything that they say or do is for the human cause and jump right away from playing the religious card. Well, this is a post that I wrote because it means alot to me, now you can judge if that's religion or love for the human race. 

But I'm going to use this post has a way of making a promise, a vow if you will, that is - I will, even if it takes ten years, visit all of those countries and see for myself the things that happen and even if I can't contribute to anything or anyone in that time span, I would use what I saw as life lessons not just for myself but for my children so we realise that the world may be a pretty rainbow for some but for others the hurricane is still looming above them. 

Please do not assume I'm trying any crazy manipulative brain tricks on you, I just wanted to say something that has been on my mind lately and this is what this blog is - my mess of a mind in words. 

A Bad Case of Wanderlust...

Do you ever have a need to just get away from life? Start anew, find different people, and discover fresh things? I do. All. The. Time. I have a bad case of wanderlust and it’s gotten to the point that I now feel depressed and frustrated. I like change and didn’t know that until recently. And by change I mean a change of environment - I have OCD (yes for real) so I always stick to my daily schedule.

Nowadays everything has been getting to me. The people around, the place I live and the things happening around me. Trust me when I say a monotonous life is a gateway to suicide. I have had the same daily routine for a year now and its killing me from the inside but it doesn’t seem to affect anyone else.

The world holds a thousand secrets but only shares them with those who wonder and every corner of the world has a million secrets to uncover but only those brave enough to soar can discover those hidden temptations.

Spending money is novelty happiness – as in it won’t last long. I guess that’s why I don’t enjoy shopping anymore (boring am I not?) I want the kind of happiness that lasts forever and that comes through memories of good times with people you love, places you adore and things you love to do. Right now the only memories I seem to be collecting are those filled with animosity and regret. Somehow I feel calm and this warm feeling of excitement and hope spreads within me when I think about travelling to new places.

 I’m not talking about wanting to fall in love in Paris and all those clichés, no, I’m talking about that feeling you use to get when you were a kid – that feeling when you knew that something amazing was about to happen and your stomach would churn in excitement and the adrenalin of hope steers your emotions; that feeling that everyone seems to lose when the big grey cloud of reality pours over you’re sunshine.  

“If only’s” seem to swarm my mind nowadays. If only my parents never moved us here. If only I could take off. If only if only if only.

Honestly, do you ever just wonder what could be if we weren’t so scared of the consequences?