The situation in Lebanon is getting harder and harder... As I struggle to keep an image of what Khalil Gibran wrote at the beginning of the century and yet still applies today ... This image is fading from my memory quickly. What can I do to keep it alive, to continue dreaming, to keep faith? I feel helpless struggling to ignore the corruption, the disrespect of nature and men, the chaos.
" You have your Lebanon and I have mine. You have your Lebanon with her
problems, and I have my Lebanon with her beauty. You have your Lebanon
with all her prejudices and struggles, and I have my Lebanon with all
her dreams and securities. Your Lebanon is a political knot, a national
dilemma, a place of conflict and deception. My Lebanon, is a place of
beauty and dreams of enchanting valleys and splendid mountains. Your
Lebanon is inhabited by functionaries, officers, politicians,
committees, and factions. My Lebanon is for peasants, shepherds, young
boys and girls, parents and poets. Your Lebanon is empty and fleeting,
whereas My Lebanon will endure forever."
As these positive words resonate in my inner conscience... They are fading away quickly. We have not learned from the past. We keep repeating the same mistakes, over and over again. We destroy the bounty of our land - nature, our most important heritage for quick money to be able to live in a society where one is judged by how much worldly goods one has. Let's not kid ourselves, finally it's all about money - the god of our century (not only in Lebanon but everywhere in the world).
What can be done to make a difference? How will we safeguard our country for the next generation? Will our children all become eligible for immigration? Will they become orphans in new territories where hope still lies?
It's becoming harder to stay positive.