Tunisia at Sunset. Morocco in the heavy heat of the night. Paris in the bustle of dinner time.
In these times of quarantine, I’ve found adventures in the most wonderful app. It’s Hellotalk. Fellow language learners reach out to practice their english with me, while I practice my feeble french. With the time change, it’s often hard to connect in usual times to others in far off locales. The benefit of these crazy times, is everyone’s sleep schedule is out of whack.
So Ottoman from Morocco munches on popcorn drizzled with chocolate at 3 am in the morning and talks to me about Life. It is as magical as one would imagine. Kal gets up on top of his roof to take a picture of the sunset in Tunisia for me. Sofiane in Paris tells me what she will make for dinner.
This time of Quarantine has connected and united all of us in so many ways. We speak of the boredom. Our governments. We speak of what we miss. We laugh at the absurdity of life in quarantine and what we will do when it’s over.
And we practice our respective languages. We encourage each other to make mistakes and to push past our comfort zones.
We are all just a gorgeous kaleidoscope of heart beats scattered over this wonderful blue green jewel we live on. Catapulting through a starry universe. Enjoying the gifts of our various countries even in this limited time.
We are all the same no matter where we live on the globe. We love our families, our cultures. We treasure good health and a peaceful land. I pray we are all back to regular activity soon.
In the meantime, I will enjoy my armchair travels. Life is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
We must learn to live together as brothers, or perish together as fools.
Whether a country Builds Walls or Disallows More Immigration, it doesn’t Change The Fact that we Share This Planet Together. We are Neighbours even if there is a Ocean Separating Us. In My Completely Uneducated but Heartfelt Opinion, to be Nationalistic and Alienating other races as Less than Worthy or Putting Our Needs above the needs of other countries may Seem Good in the Beginning. But we all Need Each Other. It never works to Be Selfish. Putting our Needs First and Not Considering the Needs and Comfort of Others Never Works. One day we will have A Need. Invariably It Happens. We will need someone to Consider what we need. Put Our Needs in their hearts and minds. We can expect from others, how we have treated them. We can expect Tariffs. Fines. Denial of Support.
Our Forefathers of Democracy Had it Right. They wanted a Country where Differences are Tolerated. Compassion and Benefit of the Doubt were Bestowed Liberally.
Some Would Say that makes Us Patsies. Easily to Be Taken Advantage of. But if you Believe in Light Dispelling Darkness. And Good Trumps (Did I Use That Word?) Evil. Then we Must Have Courage to Live it. Make it An Action.
Hold Onto The Greater Good Mentality. Tolerate. Support. Show Grace. After all, this Country was Built on Christian Beliefs. We Believe that there is One Judge. And One Must be Accountable For Himself. Live the Truth. Let Others Live Their Truth. And Trust Your Creator to Do What’s Needed To Sort Out the Rest.
We all have Pivotal Points in Our Lives. A Big One happened For Me about Fifteen Years Ago. Prior to, I was Living Fairly Status Quo. Checking Off Lists. Doing the Right Things.
I Felt Dead Inside.
Nothing Reverberated. All of It was for Somebody Else. Their Idea of a Life Well Lived.
I No Longer could Tolerate the Feeling of Living Outside My Own Sphere of Individuality. So Bit by Bit. Painful Layer by Painful Layer I started to Shed My Old Ways.
I Started to Think for Myself. I Listened to My Heart. I Poured Over the Scriptures. I Spent Time on My Knees.
I Began to Live a Life that Made Sense to Me. I Changed My Actions to Fit with My Heart. I Realized No was an Important Word. I realized Just Because a Different Brain Than Mine Thought it, Did Not, by any means, Make It Right.
I Realized I was Ready to Be Wrong, but I Needed to Sort Things Out for Me. I was Willing to Fail, if it Meant to Learn. To Be Real. To Live My Truth, However Bloody and Scratched It Made Me.
That God would Honour My True Intention. Not to Wander From Him, but to Draw Nearer Through My Journey of Discovery.
Today, By No Means, Do I Have It Figured Out. But I can say, My Life is Something that Makes Sense to Me. Everything I Do Comes from my Own Convictions. My Own Aspirations. My Own Desires and Intentions.
Pivotal Points are Wonderful, albeit Scary When They Happen.
My taxi driver wore a large print houndstooth dinner jacket today. With a scarlet thread. His pants were pressed to such a degree a military man of high station would be in admiration. He used to work at a upscale tailor in Dubai before immigrating to Canada.
Now he drives me to work somedays. Always dressed in his finery. With a smile. His cheery contagious spirit.
He celebrates the ordinary days. Every day is worthy of his best.
Jimmy texts me from Tokyo. He’s one of the finest lawyers to grace the office of Blake, Cassels & Graydon LLP. He wrote, “I was complimented on my shoes and suit today and I thought about what you told me. You said ‘Life is too short to spend it not dressed well.’ ”
Life is too short for an ugly outfit folks. Ask the taxi driver. Ask Jimmy. Ask me.