It’s quite unconventional for one to start a paper with a question, one that hasn’t been received well by many and is often a topic that stirs prolonging doubts. Raphael Rubinstein, a New York-based poet, art critic, and critical studies professor at the University of Houston, takes it upon himself to tackle the issue full on in his piece “Where Is The Audience for Art Criticism”.
It’s almost always around the same hour, sitting on the same orange wooden stool where I get a good scope of Cherry St., sipping on the same honey matcha drink, that contains not regular milk, but almond milk. It’s right at that bittersweet moment where I think of what could’ve been, and what should’ve been, but didn’t.
One too many delayed flights, emotional breakdowns at the airport, emails to the international student center, but I finally made it to Missouri. Out of all the ways I imagined to be welcomed, dragging myself, and my overweight luggage through 5 inches of snow wasn’t the way I particularly anticipated.
They weren’t lying when they said that the city of Dubai has it’s own pace, one that’s unlike any other. You could be living your Italian bella donna dream in a moment, just like Julia Roberts in “Eat, Pray, Love” at an Italian cooking class, and then be spiritually enriched at the Sheikh Zayed Mosque in the next (Yes, I’ve been one to experience these two particular moments).
It differs from one individual to the other, and it may or may not move at the same pace – it means one thing to you, and an abundant to me, be it personal, emotional, mental, or all at once; Growth.
Hey, hi, hello would be my usual greeting to you dear reader, but in highlight of the holy month, Ramadan Kareem would be more adequate! Yes, it’s quite alarming how we’ve crossed the first week of the holy month, and we all know the direction, and what follows after the next 15 coming days.
Late last month, a post came to surface and raided almost everyone’s instagram timeline (mine included). It was about a new music festival, yes a festival, called “Palm” which was set to take place in The Kingdom of Bahrain within the next year.
It’s been four months into the year, and it somewhat feels like I’ve crossed miles, and accomplished a couple things that I set my mind to initially. In spite of that, I keep on thinking of what once was, and how it no longer is. “There really is no past that we can bring back by longing for it, but only a present that builds, and creates itself as the past withdraws.” – The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.
The past five months were quite something; a solid portrayal, of how badly I handle stress, pressure, and inevitable anxiety – I’m such millennial, I know. Please bear in mind, that I didn’t have avocado toast within my hands, so it was quite a challenge.
It surely has been a minute, and it’s fair to say, that life’s been taking its toll on everyone, in every single way, and by any means possible. If you can relate, that’s comfortable to hear, as you weren’t the only one in the boat.