Big Inspiration in Little Things...

There's no doubt in my mind that the pulp of this title I try to abide by in my life today. Dad always taught me to enjoy the little things he sensed I was taking for granted as a kid- The fresh breeze of air that seems to favor Lebanon and Lebanon only; the stars that align the skies of my country reflecting the mountains in radiance, ever reminding me that astrology is but a distant fashion I'm not interested in... (Sorry ya Hipsters)
How about talking to strangers and sensing that they have nothing to lose by telling me the truth of what they're feeling at that moment when I ask them? Maybe they sense I mean the question I'm posing. And I do... I've always wanted to know what makes people tick (or Tock;-')

Ahhh how freeing it is to know that what I've taken for granted in the past comes back in such a forgiving twist ever reminding me that it's not too late to change. That it's not too late to adjust. That's it's not too late for the distortions of my past to fade into the dark reappearing as a lesson well learned (And truly comedic once I get over myself...HA)

All I see is beauty on these mountains. All I'm breathing are memories I know there will come a time I will need.
My brother's sitting right next to me ( We're getting close to Leaving the Northern Region) in an internet cafe in 'Akora' showing me photos of all these beautiful farmers he's snapped stills of. I've never seen more beautifully serene people in my life. They don't live for tomorrow, they might talk about the past in a story they wish to tell, but their photo has TODAY written all over it... What can be more inspiring?
Sometimes it's not the Majestic mountains but the bell hanging on top of a church long forgotten. Are you kidding me, that broken bell's got more stories and poetry than the prettiest one in Rome...
Sometimes the sound of my hiking shoes echoing off a mountain top as if whispering "hey I know you're bloody tired but look up would ya, you might not ever see this again"
And one that I'll never forget- an offer of a soft drink from a fasting boy in a muslim village in 'Akkar' followed by "Would you like me to show you my village? It'll only take us 15 minutes". He beautifully kept looking at me (I could see him from my side) for a reaction as we walked... I'll never forget Khaled. What a beautiful boy... He gave me a flag I'm having everyone I meet sign...

I promised him the first copy of my very amateur Documentary ;-')

And that, my friends is what inspires me today.

Peace and Love,
Samer