Sometimes, I think to myself ‘is it worth the fight?’ and ‘the fight’ here is not only the political fight, but the everyday fight. I’m talking about the everyday unwillingness to survive and to be able to say that you can cope (even though you can’t). I’m talking about the everyday I-can’t-do-this but yet you can. ‘Why?’ is the question that hits my mind [unexpectedly?] repeatedly, and it’s ongoing and lost in the folds of every rotten mystery upon destiny- the destiny that we run away from… or is it the destiny that runs away from us? No myths I tell when I talk about frustration, exhaustion and hopelessness, because I am weary of them, and I’ve been in every little corner of those, wandering and wondering. So once again: why? Why do I (and we) keep on fighting knowing that there’s only little fruit to pick off this poisonous malicious tree we call life? Why do (and we) keep on walking this route, knowing the circumstances and obstacles that I (and we) face? Why do we keep on having faith in something almost too vicious to be real; even though we can touch it, breathe it and feel it, it is not real; only because they say so… Why is that we keep driving this damned old rusty silver car down a road that we know is a dead end… or is it? Why? Well, why not? -Mohammed El-Kurd [#TomorrowsNeverComing Chapter #3 Home - Jerusalem]
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 06:26:15 +0000
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