To die is the easiest part

To die is the easiest part of life and in life...

It gets tricky when you have to live and the others are dead...

Living becomes a burden...

You have to thank God that you are still alive, others aren't...

You have to keep on remembering those who died so you can have a better life...

You have to hate the ones that caused the death of your people...

If your people did not die...you wouldn't have had the life you were living now...

But is this a real life?

what kind of a life is this, which reminds you of death all the time?

A while ago, they told me in my organization that I have to travel to Baku/Azerbaijan...

Then they came to me and informed me that I am not allowed to enter the Azeri Land...

I was Armenian...They didnt care that I am a Lebanese citizen, holder of a Lebanese passport...

For Azerbaijan I was Armenian, which was more than enough to ban me from entering their country...

Yesterday...I watched a documentary prepared by a Bulgarian journalist entitled "Karabakh's Wounds"...

The journalist spoke of the Armenian Freedom Fighters...she said they can call them aggressors, extremists, but these were young men that saw their people die...

They had no choice but to fight...and most of the time to die also...for their people to be free...

A non-Armenian turned to me and said, so the Azeris feel towards you the same way that we, Lebanese feel towards Israel...

I was a bit shocked...I was expecting something like you Armenians feel towards Azerbaijan the same way the Lebanese feel about Israel...

But again, that person is a Muslim...maybe he sympathized with Muslim Azerbaijan more than with Human being Armenian..

The same way that Holocaust Israel is an ally of Oil-Producer Azerbaijan rather than being an ally of Genocide Armenia....both nations that have endured massive killing...ethnic cleansing

When you think things are easy to understand, you discover they are far more complex...

You try to understand the other...But there is always someone to remind you...

You owe your life to the Heroes who died for you...

Building LEGO models builds your soul

When you are confused...life is not easy...

When you have choices and you know what to choose...life is easy...

Lasagna or Seafood linguini...of course the seafood

Red wine or white wine...of course red wine

Tennis or Ballet...of course tennis

Work or housewife...of course work

Paris or London...of course London

Horror movie or light comedy movie...of course light comedy

 Straight or gay...of course the most fun option which gives you more options...

And here you go with the confusion...Did you understand what was the answer?

What happened why there was confusion, where did that very assertive, confident person go..

But look closer again, what is confusion or was it a decision to defy monotony?

So we come to the conclusion that easy is not always a synonym to fun and happy

Sometimes when you are confused you try harder to see in between lines and get to explore deeper layers for answers, a process that is fun and delightful because you experience so many different things before you come up with a straight answer to a choice...

It is all about building...Have you ever experienced the joy of building something, anything?

It is fascinating to see how things are built...Go now buy a LEGO game...

They are not for kids at all...once you start building the model...you feel beautiful things...great sensations...

Building is a therapy...for a permanent smile on your face...and for bringing happiness around you...

While you are building...it is your soul that your building