my life has been a series of lessons in letting go. people, places, dreams. all of them slipping through, as if my hands were never made for holding. so when does this waiting end? and when does the keeping begin?
No one is obligated to choose you, and you are not entitled to be chosen.
But you are responsible for your dignity.
Stop negotiating for attention, stop waiting in the margins of another's will, and build a life so full of purpose that indifference no longer wounds you.
«وطريقي، ما طريقي؟
أطويل أم قصير؟
هل أنا أصعد أم أهبط فيه وأغور؟
أنا السائر في الدرب؟
أم الدرب يسير؟
أم كلانا واقف والدهر يجري؟
لستُ أدري.»
- إيليا أبو ماضي.