Our Side of the Story

No matter how much you prepared or meditated on, death will always be an exhilarating surprise for the ordinary soul

Just remembered this gem exists.

Sometime ago, my habit of observing nature came off as bizarre to people. If you pay enough attention to my words you’re most probably to find, the sky, strangers, kids and many other unnoticeable things in them. Days stop being unproductive and dull once you learn to stop rushing into the future and running back to the past. ነገ ተሩጦ አይደረስበት...ጊዜን ሸምቅቀውም ትላንትን አይመልሱት:: Coffee houses are everywhere, go out, order a coffee or whatever, sit by a spot with a good view of the outside and sit with your AirPods, watch human beings just exist, connect with your aliveness. There’s so much to do, a lot to read and learn, existence isn’t supposed to be miserable. Well, sometimes :)

ከሰሞኑን ዙረቶች :)

I used to find his songs depressing when my mom and aunt used to listen to them every morning. I played this song this morning in our dorm room and Ku’ye said “you start understanding these songs life ሲገባሽ" we laughed about it because we had the same experience with Asfaw’s songs, now after facing actual አባጣ ጎርባጣዎች, lonely days and nights, ለሰው የማይነገሩ heartbreaks, and all the war inside our heads እውነትም ብዙ ዘመን ራራህልኝ💜

One moment you’ll feel like your heart is being torn out of your body and tomorrow you’re so different that you wouldn’t recognize yourself. Moving on ደስ ሲል :)

ትዝብት

“ፍርግርግ might be an old lady as you explained, with a faded violet(that almost lost it's color) cloak. ወህኒ though is some thin guy with a wrinkled face and baggy pants but has a creepy smile on his face ሽፍታነት is a dark grey man who walks tilted to one side and has bold but ስርጉድ eyes, he can't smile and his clothes are always እየተውለበለቡ with the wind.” From a subscriber.

I mean read, ፍርግርግ...ወህኒ...ሽፍታነት they all sound so serious and if they had faces I imagine them as cranky old ladies who are unsatisfied with their lives and bug their daughters to live a life they didn’t. But there’s some beautiful depth to them no? They make you think about so many memories and crack your wounds open. How is it this powerful?

I honestly don’t know why I’m thinking about languages at this hour.

Amharic is a very dense, strained yet beautiful language.

Welcome your bad days with an embrace so warm even if they leave you wounded and bleeding, the scars will be reminders of your decision to keep moving and accept life as it is.

እንጃ it’s honestly so devastating to see what being culture and norm wired has done to us. ልብ እንዳሻው grieve ማድረግ የማይችልበት ሀገር ጥቁር ሲለበስ ነውር ነው...ሲለቀስ ነውር ነው...እህ!

ሰላም👋🏾 ህይወትን (ነገሮችን) በቁጥጥሬ ስር ማዋል እችላለሁ ብላችሁ ታስባላችሁ? ቢሆን ቆንጆ ነበር...ሁሉም ሰው ቀለል ያለ እና ውጥረት የማይኖርበትን ኑሮ እንዲኖር:: መወለድ...ማደግ...ትምህርት መማር...ስራ መያዝ (ያው በህይወት ለመቆየት ሲባል)...ቤተሰብ መመስረት ወይም ደግሞ የእኔ የምንለውን ሰው መፈለግ...ጊዜው ሲደርስ ደግሞ የገነባነውን በሙሉ ደህና ሰንብት ብሎ መሞት:: መቼም አይ ከእነዚህ ውስጥ አንዱን እምቢ ብዬ መቆጣጠር እችላለሁ የሚል አይኖርም...እንደው ምናልባት የትምህርቷን ጉዳይ:: እና ምን ተሻለ? እሺ ማለት ወይም acceptance! ልንለውጥ የምንችላቸውን እና የእኛን ትጋት ለሚጠይቁ ነገሮች ለፍቶ እንደሚሆኑ ማድረግ መልካም ነው...የማይለወጡትን እና የህይወት ገጽታዎች የሆኑትን ነገሮች ደግሞ እንዳሉ ምን ባደርግ የተሻለ ይሆናል? ብሎ መፍትሄ ፈልጎ ወደ እሺታው መሄድ ይመረጣል:: ሁሉም control አይደረግም እንግዲህ😊

በእውነት! Listen to your gut feelings. All the negative thoughts ከነምናምኑ ሳይሆን you’ll know which one is sound or not if you sit through it well. It’s there for a reason.