Is it possible to forget how to cry? Is it possible to be out of tears? I feel that I’ve reached a point where I can just be sad, depressed or angry without the tears and tissues. It’s like I can forget how ridiculously lonely I feel at times; I simply move on. Is it moving on or is it accepting? Maybe I’ve accepted how meaningless some things are and how little they can make me feel. Maybe I’ve learned to forget and leave them behind. It doesn’t really matter what the reason may or may not be. What matters is me being happy, and being able to ignore the occasional downfalls.
The first thing I think about when I wake up is coffee. I love the smell, but I mostly love the comfort it provides. It makes me forget what is happening in the outside world. It makes me feel okay. It reminds me that I am alive and that I have a lot to be thankful for. During the day, I edit web content. At night and on weekends, I sing and jam with a guitarist. And somewhere in between the day, I write. I write about my immigration to the States as a child. I write about my father growing older and my fear of losing him. I write about the common loss immigrants share. What I would like to achieve mostly is to become a better person. I like to help make the world a better place. I am bothered by poverty and homelessness. I am bothered by inequality. As a woman growing up in the Middle East, I naturally became a feminist. I care about women's rights, their ability to voice their thoughts, to sing freely. I love connecting to people. I love hearing their stories. If you have an idea for something I could write or something I can do to help, or if you need music for a small gathering, please message me. View all posts by Elle