It is about realizing how much I have left behind.
It is all about the faces.
It is all about the places.
It is all about the thought that I might never come back.
It is all about living here, where I feel everything is fake.
It is about walking on the street and hearing a language I can relate to, faces that look familiar. Faces that might mean something one day. It is about living somewhere where you feel you belong, where you are part of a human chain.
It is only when you go back that you appreciate all the beauty; even in the chaos. Sectarianism, instability, fairuz,raouche.
The world is not perfect. Lebanon is not perfect...but it is the closest thing to heaven as far as I am concerned.
(pd, thanks)