a rant on the silence.

Recently my father explained the Lebanese revolution to a New Yorker. Her answer: “So why aren’t we protesting?” My father found it hilarious and typically New York.

Excuse the odd heated language here. It needs to be said sometimes in today’s age. We need to vent about what is happening. We need to rant against the stupid words spoken aloud.

So why, why indeed, are we not protesting?

Give up on that

Let me tell you something personal. Life is a boat on the raging seas. You will have hardships. You will have griefs. You will be stressed. But you can quit if you cannot solve a problem. Or two. Or a thousand.