#Everyday inspiration/ Day two
Write a list
I am not sure if I am good in making lists, but, since I have been doing nothing for the last several months and embracing the life of unemployment, blogging seems more reasonable and fun then doing the same dull things I do every day. I am writing a list of the things I like, to remind myself of the things I cherish and love, of the things I am inclined to do, and of the passions that I need to re-visit.
Things I like/ the unedited list
- I like to smoke, especially when I am writing a blog post in the middle of the night.
- I like playing cards
- I like my morning black coffee
- I like blogging even if my blog is not that prolific or hasn’t so many followers, but, I like the idea that I will keep writing to achieve it.
- I am not much of a reader, but, I like to read things that somehow moves or excites me.
- I like playing football, when I was in high school I was a good football player, at least this is what used to think. Today, I lament that because I turned into a horrible smoker.
- I like watching movies and series, it the last couple of months I watched so many movies that I could no longer remember their names.
- I like the family gatherings around the table, the little talk and the usual disputes over the same things over and over again. I like my father’s stories and his ways of telling them- even if I have heard it before- I just keep listening, because they are always funny.
- I like the first morning fresh and wet air, the beautiful and natural colors that loom in the sky just minutes before the sunrise.
- I like the late night short walks into the city’s deserted streets.
- I like to read and watch documentaries about the history of World War 2
Is a look on the face
Someone has lost a race
It is usually what you don’t expect
Down goes respect
What did you expect ?
The unfulfilled request
The failing test
It is something we don’t hear
Yet, we all fear
In response to today’s one-word prompt “Disaster”
History can tell what is Disaster
And what Man can Master
Big guns kill faster ,
Many Wars to foster
And for, greater good we cluster
Dear father, Dear Master
Who is the one true impostor ?
If not humans run their own disaster.
In response to The Daily writing prompt: “Name that… You!.”
My name is Wissem (وسام), an Arabic Tunisian name that means a medallion or a decoration, which you get or you put around your neck, because, you have contributed to your own State or country. Maybe you have done something patriotic or you have invented something good for the humanity, it depends! As I was told, my father named me with this name and when I asked him why and how he choose this name he said ” I don’t know, I have agreed with your mother to name you Wassim,( which is not far from Wissem, but only in meaning and Wassim (وسيم ) means handsome ) and when I went to the municipal administration, I forget the name, so, as they were very close in the letter syllables I come up with your name ” Funny, right ?
Well as I am still young and not thinking about marriage or kids, I won’t bother myself with names right now, I am just hoping not to marry a stubborn wife ! I just believe that when we come to name our babies it just happen spontaneously and always fit.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Happy Happy Joy Joy.”
I don’t remember my last time I shed tears, but I usually cry like any normal human being and I..
I cry lonely like a cloud
And shed my rain of tears,
Drops of joy drops of fear
have revealed this life’s magnitude
that I always endure with fortitude
All my cries in solitude