One morning, while I was in Tripoli, I woke up with an urge to go study the architecture of few monuments in the old town city. It felt more like… it was an internal study, a study of my own soul architecture. As I went gazing and zooming in with my camera, into what looked like an Ottoman design, I was able to see a reflection of myself. Refined architecture. That is hidden between several other elements, creating some sort of haziness. They are there, right there, but no one can see them. They are too busy with their every day routine, that they never get to once sit, and enjoy the beauty that lies between their own reflection. They have taken everything for granted. They don’t really question the meaning of their existence, seeing them standing out, not noticing that they do not look like the rest of the other buildings. So they have been blended along with all the other buildings, and they will only rise again when someone takes initiative to pull the curtains off. They are curtains covering the eyes of the people, and not covering the work of art. The work of art, is there, visible. And that is when, people will question, “how did we grow up to become so blinded?” And that is my soul architecture, it has been created in a way no other can see but myself. I can see it, so clearly, if I give myself the opportunity to. I can sit and watch my own soul stand out. I can sit and watch my own soul put, as it was put in the first place. Watch the design, it was created to appear to be, and let it be what it is here to be.
Tires break. They exhaust, they travel distance and they get ruined.
By listening, by feeling by understanding we will stop our engine and check our tires. If one is broken we fix it or maybe change it to a new one.
In life, our soul is the engine, our wheels are our choices in life; career, love, family, friends… Being aware, is being able to listen to our inner soul.
In usual cases, we keep going, we break our tires and we hurt both our body and soul. The more we run over our broken wheel, the deeper we scratch and ache.
It is a challenge to completely stop when we think we are on our way, but life on a broken wheel will only break us apart.
So I choose to listen to myself carefully and to stop completely when I feel my wheel might be broken. I stop and take a look, rest to fix or change my broken wheel. I choose to see the challenge as a reviving opportunity. A new tire, a new way, and stronger way.
A life on a stronger wheel.