Around the same time last year I was sinking in a state of deep depression because of the July War between Israel and Lebanon. It was one of the darkest periods of my life. I was also juggling two jobs, one I was not the least bit interested in and the other I hated with all my heart. It was pure hell.

The war was not something new. There is war everyday in Iraq and Palestine and numerous other places around Jordan. It was just that these wars had been there for some time, and time blunts feelings. The July War was sudden, highly destructive, chaotic, and depressing. It made me question my attitude towards people and politics, and it made me wonder if there is any hope at all trusting the world. As a result, I became a pessimist supreme and I effectively maimed my fingers.

At a certain point, it seemed like there was no escape from death and dullness. I felt trapped in a cycle of horrors that I could not stop or ignore. But then just as the last straw was about to slip away, things looked up.

A year later, I am now in New York enjoying myself and having the time of my life. I am meeting new people everyday, exploring NYC, shopping like there is no tomorrow, and splurging on utterly useless items sold by African and Chinese men. I can’t believe the change of mood and setting from last July to this one — it’s mind-boggling. Great living!

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