Why … because we are free to choose.

Dear ...

If you know me in person, I mean really know me. you would have known that I am a different person here … when I am writing. To elaborate on "different"… I write about the things that I can't say to the people I know, express how I feel, it just gives me more freedom. Writing liberates me.

I received a comment before about my blog from someone I know telling me I am sheltered and living in a shell. And I still think about what he said… and here is the answer although I don't think he is going to read it.

The shell I am living in has been my choice, meaning … I went to school and college , wasn't a nerd or a geek , knew a lot of people with different backgrounds and cultures, saw the good and the bad. And I chose to be friends with the good.

After I graduated I began to work, things seemed different for me but I knew I had to adapt and learned the rules to survive in the new environment without having to change who I am.

I am working in the marketing department of one of the well known multinational companies and I am doing fine, I deal with Egyptians, foreigners, artists and football players who promote for our brands and I am doing a good job.

What I want to say is… as long as there is an area in my life that I have to accept it and learn to deal with it efficiently to make a living, learn or whatever the reason is.
The other area (personal) has to be of my choice.

I don't choose my manager, my peers, the people I deal with while shopping, the people in the street who deliberately give me a hard time in traffic, the relatives that never ask and don't stop blaming whenever there is a chance while they don't really care and eventually I am the one who asks about them, also the things beyond my control as love, illness, aging, death, wars,… the list is very long.

So actually I have chosen to make a shell that I go to when I am in need to find a comfort zone with the ones that I was very selective while choosing them to share with me this special place. And that doesn't make me in denial of the bad things happening around me.

There are two kinds of people, the first one walks into a room and notices a vase of flowers and approach to smell them and the other kind sees that there is a very tiny stain on the table cloth that has to be removed.

So I guess it's ok to have this place that I can charge myself, get the support I need, think and analyze as long as that will make me the person that I am. I couldn't have been this strong, stubborn, patient and a believer without it. So I am not imprisoned I CHOSE to have it. It's all about your choice, don't be judgmental and learn to see the hidden reasons.

Yours,