I’d like to believe I’m God’s favorite because I prayed “hold the rain until I get home” and guess what? started raining immediately after I got home. Don’t come up with buts አያገባኝም ታንክይው🙂

If you want to feel even more devastated watch/rewatch Capernaum (2018).

ትላንት አርብ ጥር 9 2017...አንድ ሰዓት ገደማ ነው...መሃል መገናኛ ላይ::
I was walking with my friends, laughing about how the economy is driving us insane and missing the problems we had back in campus when we were suddenly stopped by a woman lying down almost lifeless on a sidewalk. We took a closer look, offered water and everything we had to help. Later realizing she was carrying a child and he was probably being choked with her weight. We lifted her up, gave the child some air and water as well.

I’m not one to condemn myself for my everyday complaints because somebody has it worse out there, because I’m a human being too and complaints are how I function.

But I felt so helpless and overwhelmed yesterday, helpless for the mother and for the child. I winced remembering how I was wailing about my paycheck disappearing in a day, how full my stomach was to a point I couldn’t even walk and someone else literally a few walks away from me didn’t even see a decent food in God knows how long.

There’s no resolution to this post, I’m not telling you to be grateful for what you have or to draw out unrealistic expectations from all of us. Just that being alive is so overwhelming, the spectrum ends are so far apart I can’t process it sometimes.

Someone wishes to have what you complain about, and you wish to have what they complain about. It goes on and on, there’s no miracle we can pray for to change it. This is the world and vile, dreadful acceptance is the way to survive it.

እንዳላቄም በደሉኝ እንዳልል ያደረገኝን መንፈስ ወይ ምን ባገኝ

የለ የለ አንቺ ነሽ የበደልሽ የሚለኝን ከሳሽ

ቅምጥል ሞልቃቃ
ደግም የትኛው ልብሽ ሊጎዳ?

እዘኑልኝ ባይ ደፋር ነውረኛ
ለበደልሽው ይቅር በለኝ ብልሽ ጨርሰሽ ነው ሌላ ተወቃሽ የምትፈልጊ ተረኛ?

ቀምሮ አሳምሮ እኔኑ ለራሴ ጠላት የሚያደርግ
ማነስን የሚሰብክ ሰው የመሆኔን መብት የሚነጥቅ...

Someday I might write a book and it will ONLY be about the concept of how nothing is permanent.

ታድዬ ከምልባቸው ነገሮች ዋነኛው is having the right people set me straight at the right time.

"ኤጭ አበዛሽው...ቀበጥሽ...ስርዓት ያዢ" መባሌን::

እሹሩሩ ተብዬ ቢሆን ኖሮ best believe I wouldn’t be alive, let alone write this.

I’m growing to hate social media solely for this reason, ትንሹም ትልቁም ማባባል የሚገባው ነገር አይደለም:: ቢሆን ደስ ባለን...some of the things you have to fix your spine up and take them hand in hand.

መድማት እና መቁሰል ያለ ነው but life goes on. If you trap yourself in the loop of over empathizing your traumatic experiences, there’s no breaking the cycle. አዲስ ነገር የለም...ሁሉም እንዲዳክር እኛም ዳካሪዎች ነን (I doubt that’s a word.)

እንደ እኔ ሰላመኛው solution is እንደምንም deal አድርጎ for the next battle grounds ራስን ማጎበዝ እና ሻል ብሎ መገኘት ነው::

You have to die and lose your breath a little to live.

እንጃ እንግዲህ :)

ድሮ ድሮ አባዬ ቅርጫ ቤት ያስገባ ነበር...በሬው እኛ ቤት ነበር የሚታረደው:: በዓል በመጣ ቁጥር ጉጉቴ በሬው ሲታረድ "ልይ በናታችሁ" እያልኩ ማልቀስ ነበር...traumatize እንዳያደርገኝ መሆኑ ነው ክልከላው:: የእኔስ ምን ይሉታል ግን? ከዛ ደግሞ ሁላችንም ተሰብስበን እስክንጫጫ...ምንም ደህና ነገር አናደርግም እኮ እሪ ለማለት ብቻ::

አሁን አሁን ደግሞ ጉጉት ቀርቶ ገና ሳስበው ደርሶ ማልቀስ ነው የሚያምረኝ:: ትንሽ ትንሽ እያለ በዓሉም...ሰዉም ለዛ እና ጠረኑን አጥቷል:: ምን ማጅራታችንን እንዳለን ብቻ እንጃ!

እናንተ! Merry Christmas?

At this point y’all know how much I detest people in ቀበሌ, almost jumped an old lady today.