“But, don’t look only at the empty half of the glass”, such a comforting annoying metaphor. Every time somebody uses this saying, I feel like slapping them or better punch them in the face.
Sometimes we only need sympathy, understanding, simply, a shoulder to cry on, or better a tab on the back and allow us to cry out loud, to scream, to curse and question the purpose of existing.
I have deserted many friends of mine because they were never able to give me this room of not judging, or this attitude of:” yeah, we know better, been there, done that and all you do is the following…” As if they were in my heart, and felt what I was feeling. I am with the principle of accepting people as they are, not to even try to change them, but I am the master of my life … I am free to open it to whomever I want… nobody is an obligation.
Last week I went back to Jordan for work. It was my second time this year. As usual, nothing is unusual in Amman. Same traffic, same driving ethics, same smelly taxis, same gossip, the only different thing… yet not too surprising, more bumps are in the streets of Amman, which makes the drive more interesting, especially when you see the disputes among the drivers… Oh Amman, you never hide your deficiencies!
Luckily enough I have fabulous friends, those kind of friends who are like diamonds, they never change, and they shine forever. We had a great time; we talked, drank, laughed, gossiped, joked, danced like crazy, and gave each others lots of warm genuine hugs. It is true when it is said that we need to put things into its real perspective, my everlasting friend whom I always call her (Sunshine), taught me this tip:” Let’s not exaggerate, let’s put things into its real perspective” Sunshine: You are definitely so right, it is only healthy to look at the full half of the glass. As much as Amman might look depressing, dry and fake, yet its generous, true, warm hearted people, make it heaven on Earth. It is the city where when you have a flat tire, many would stop to fix it for a woman, even if it 35 degrees, hot sweaty day. It is the city, where if your credit card didn’t work for one reason or another, you are trusted enough to leave, you can pay tomorrow or when you can. It is the city when you don’t have enough money, a vender will tell you, don’t worry, and consider it as if I offered you some sweets. It is the city when I asked for blood donors for my dad when he was in the hospital, in less than 2 hours, 70 people were present to donate. It is the city where protecting a woman, a total stranger is still a must. It is the city, where in less than 24 hours of you arrival, you could be invited to have a meal or a cup of mint tea in a Jordanian house.
It is the city where I first fell in love grew up and made me who I am. Jordan with all its limited resources still demonstrates to the whole World, that the human capital is its real petrol, its natural resource.
Today, I want to dedicate this to my 3 lovely friends back in Amman, Sammy: for being the rock of my life. Hadeel; the forever determined woman. Frank, the optimist, who’s more Jordanian than Jordanians. May you and Hadeel live happily ever after.
Jordan, continue to be the place where we can feel the Balance.
I love you and will keep serving you in every possible way.
Aurora
