Sunday, December 24, 2006

Do we suffer because we are sinners or because we are saints?

I watched the Exorcism of Emily Rose today. What a treat at Christmas I know. But it was. I forgot this… I forgot all about being tested and tried. “Ibtila” we call it in Arabic. We actually have a saying that when you are suffering, sick, lonely or hungry it only means that God loves you. Look at the prophets, all the prosecution, all the pain.

I never understood this twisted logic. How can God make you suffer if he loved you. Now I see it. Just like what he said to me the other night… this all forges you. To be forged, molded, equipped and guided to the right path , to our personal legend’s fulfillment is in fact, is the greatest manifestation of God’s ultimate love.

I hope I’m right for my sake.

Is this what’s happening? Because God knows I am hurting. Bleeding. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually and socially. I’m just really good at not showing it. I always try to save those who I care about from all the drama and agony. It’s just me and sometimes people think that it’s all just dandy. Not my objective really… but when does anything go according to plan?

I was never one for hardships. God the last thing I ever want to feel is the feeling of being deprived. I find it like an insult or like an act of hatred against me if someone doesn’t make me feel comfortable and meet my needs. Male or female. I actually get offended sometimes. Maybe it’s the cultural shit again. By some divine grace, as a woman, a good, worthy and valued woman that is. I deserve nothing less but extreme comfort and beautiful pleasures, I should care for nothing more than to be beautiful and happy because that would mean that my man, kids and house would be so too. Anything else is an incentive, work, career, just another right I am entitled to. God! I love being a woman.. yeahh!J

I long for comfort. for serenity more than adventure and risk taking. Sadly, that’s the last thing anyone sees in me. I know I’m ambitious but I never would have been without my secret “headquarters”, I have three. one for every life I venture into. For every crazy life I have a stable life, that is not affected nor tainted by my irresponsible actions. That gave me the courage to do what ever I wanted. Frome here to there and there to here, If I mess up one I have the other. Always something to fall back on.

My headquarters have been bombed. All that remains is one now. One HQ made up of all three with no boarders and no walls. Just one life in the eyes of all. My life. And I feel so free.

The Suspect: True Love. The Verdict: Guilty as sin. Sentence: life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.

I might have been bad. But I feel that God loves me.

Redemption. Salvation. In the form of a man from heaven? It’s been done before for the world.

So all this pain? Worth it.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Some people know exactly what they want in life.

When you examine their lives closely you see that even though they are normal in the sense that they slack off sometimes, go through the same growing up mishaps and rebellion, something always makes them bounce back on track.

Seems like their whole lives are revolved around their “dream” and whatever else happens is just a side kick.

They’ve been trained to do that since childhood. Ever wonder why most of the tight knit families have the most brilliant human products? Yes, they could be weird, they could wine about not doing what they really wanted or their parents not giving a damn. But would they really really would have wanted it any other way? I don’t think so. They revel in their lifestyles and the drama just makes them love the way things are going even more.

In elementary they learn to compete, that the goal is to do their homework and get an A on it, then to be in the honors list, if they have free time they find something else to develop, another talent, music, sports, home economics classes, a school play? Heck.. whatever it is, you just don’t find them idle.

It’s the taste of success, being better than others that feeds their ambition. The popularity, the encouragement, the adrenaline rush, the risk taking, the ‘winner’ factor.

No musician, artist, dancer, martial arts expert chose to be who they are. Scientifically its impossible to have a talent that has not been cultivated since childhood. It was all chosen for them when hey were kids. Then they grew up believing in their parents’ dream for them, getting better at it year after year till the dream became their own.

It’s a simple life equation really. Set the goal, identify how to achieve it and do it. Set backs? Expected through a previous risk assessment So, the kid who loved his pets, grew up caring for others and saw the rewards of helping people in a way not everyone can. Chooses his weapon in his mind early, aces his way through high school, takes up biology for an undergraduate course, concentrates in his researches and projects on the anatomy and medical aspect of it all , graduates and scouts for medschool, applies for it, focuses on the ball. All the while watching ‘ER’ for inspiration and mocking ‘scrubs’ for technical errors. Wow, the feeling of superiority.

And it’s just the same thing for the Businessman, the lawyer, the diplomat and the movie star.

Other people just live. They just live hoping that by some miracle, something happens. They start blaming others and circumstances for what happens to them. They focus on “LOVE” as the way to fulfill their life mission. Just there. anticipating destiny.

I personally favor the more structured way of life. Rules make life’s struggle fairer. Equal opportunities is always inspiring.

That life was once mine. Expectations to live up to. Important people in my life to make proud. Set goals to achieve then to set again. Dreaming, studying, working, living on a path for so long just to taste victory so sweet when I get there. And when I do. It’s addictive.

Doing nothing is equally addictive as well.

Maybe sometimes you gotta do what u do for yourself before u do it for someone else. Maybe there is no doing it together because then, after all is said and done , it is not something u did on your own. You will never know if u could have done it on your own. And that is quite threatening, let alone debilitating.

I still don’t think I could have come this far without him being so embedded in my life.

I love him for picking me up . But sometimes I wonder if it’s time to try riding my bike without the hind wheels.

I hate feeling dependent. Its just soo aghhh discouraging. And after this two weeks of going through a lot.. I can’t help the feeling of wanting to be left alone for a while to cross the finish line on my own. Regain some strength.

One thing is for sure. I have learned to make decisions in this last month. I’m getting pretty good at it. Decisiveness was an integral part of my personality that was missing. I admit that now

And yet. The thought of losing him makes my knees weak and sends me into panic and desperation. Why can’t he understand that I need space and just need to heal for a little while. I need to pick up my own mess or I’ll never be an independent child. And still he deals in absolutes. In Star Wars, only the Sith deals in absolutes. And I can’t handle a “ take me or leave me”. I don’t want to ever leave him. That would be the biggest mistake of my life. The tragedy. The ultimate loss and defeat. But I so much long for space. At the same time, maybe this is what the right kind of sacrifice is all about. I’m starting to feel contempt and I hate it . Contempt for what? I wish I knew. Maybe for myself for being like this. Then again, maybe I’ll just get over it and this is a normal reaction after a series of bad luck. I just need to be left alone for a while. I can’t lick my wounds infront of anyone. I just don’t know how. And I so much need to lick them right now, the scabs are starting to itch and he’s eternally watching me. Go away pleaseeeeee

But just don’t leave .