Who says we have to grow up?
Over the weekend my mom updated me on the various lives of people in our family and friends, as she always does. We sit and chat over Skype as I sip my morning coffee while my parents are finishing up dinner.
Sometimes it’s a little bit of funny gossip, how our extended family is doing, and what they’ve been up to.
And other times it’s about the endless violence that happens in the region. Like how the 18-year old granddaughter of someone they know almost got torn to pieces by a bomb or something of the like that hit the car she was in while visiting her family in Syria during her semester break.
But those stories are common to us. People in the US don’t really hear about them unless you are a friend of mine and I happen to mention something to you. Or you see a passing headline in the news with the word Lebanon in it and happen to remember I’m from there, that my family is there and is everyone ok?
Did you know that just today five rockets from Syria hit eastern Lebanon? Thankfully no one was hurt or killed.
Did you know Israeli airplanes break the sound barrier and law by flying over Lebanon almost daily? So common that the Lebanese don’t even pay attention to it anymore.
Do you know how the Lebanese have been able to survive decades of political unrest and turmoil? They keep up with what’s happening but they take it all in one day at a time. They try their best to stay safe but they get out as much as they possibly can. They visit friends and family. They go out and party. They live each day because they don’t know what tomorrow or the next millisecond will bring.
It’s a lesson I’ve learned when I feel down, which quite frankly I have no business doing. My life is fine. In fact it’s better than fine. I live in a lovely neighborhood, have a cute house, wonderful friends, a job and Matt. So many of those are things we take for granted.
We tend to look at all the things we don’t have rather than all that we do. There’s always something missing or just out of our reach. At times we can even be like that bratty child on Christmas morning who didn’t get everything that was on the list they made.
I stop sometimes and look around me, trying to take it all in. And remember that I am so damn lucky. Maybe it’s why I try to maintain my childish – yet slightly sarcastic – humor. It’s the only way to push through life.
Take it one day at a time, don’t stress what you can’t control and laugh. Laugh so hard that tears come down your face. Enjoy every second. You never know when it will come to a halt.