September in the waiting room

It is September…

I have nothing to write…

I am struggling with my thoughts…

I want to write…I open a new document…it stays blank…

What to write about?

Should I write about the situation in Lebanon or the Middle East?

Should I write about the state of mind in which I am trapped?

They always say time is the best healer, sometimes I believe so and some days I doubt it…

Healing is when you solve…when you find the answers…when you are convinced of the situation you are in…

Only then you start forgetting…you start your healing process…

Time alone cannot heal…

People are not replaceable…memories don’t fade away…

I never thought I ‘d be stuck…paralyzed…crippled…

But this is it…

Maybe the same is happening with the Lebanese politicians…they haven’t reached the healing path…they are still fighting with the past…and the result is that they are stuck… they cannot move forward…they are unable to form a government…they are unwilling to continue in building the state institutions…

Where will this lead me?

Where will this lead them?

Where will this lead the Lebanese population?

The waiting room is not the most pleasant room in this life…