I sat in Ferdinand and thought about the connections of our world. Too often we focus on difference, disconnection and dismay. The bar had a western feel but sat on the bustling Middle Eastern streets of Lebanon, a throw away from the deep perils of Syria or not too far from the European world that has shaped our planet over recent centuries.I sat in this bar near the popular Hamra district of Beirut and I pondered of where I had come. I sipped my coming and going love of Campari, coming and going as I’ve liked it in moments here and there over the years. I thought of the Phoenician past that shaped this country, that shaped the alphabet I use each normal day and how that old history from this land created the Australian society I live on behalf of today. The Phoenicians didn’t purposely make that influence happen, but they did it all the same. So much of our daily routine is about achieving in this world. My passion was born of writing and education. I search for knowledge and I place it into words. By pure luck or struggle or experience, I have seen so much in my somewhat short life. 33 years, 34 are coming and I continue to thank the Australian health system for making that reality possible with 21st century medicine.On a tour we took to Baatara Falls and Jeita Rossa Cave I met a tour guide who had a massive accident a couple of years ago, falling off his motorcycle, with seven months in hospital and changing his world from body building elite (he had a well built physique and lost so much weight after his accident) to body recovery with shattered tendents near his shoulder. A number of other experiences were his minutes lived and untold. I looked into his eyes and saw myself partly. But I also saw diversity. He wasn’t me, nor I he.I said to him, ‘we are lucky’ and he said ‘partly, but luck had little to do with it, I worked hard’ and in that truth he spoke the world to me. No one feels your struggle. No one walks through your struggle. Everyone lives their own struggle. At the worst moments of Brain Injury I didn’t comprehend enough of that fact.I continue sitting in this bar filling up with patrons, calm and enjoyable in thier passing moments. I’ve written about my experience in this blog but I think some of it gets lost in the complexity of continuous time. I too get lost in it. Hard situations mean you become blinded from simple truth in life. In any reality, we experience so much in moments gone. We learn from them not in the instant necessarily, but in reflection. I sit here in Beirut calm in comparison to my recent years lived. I sit and reflect with an old saying holding true. Lest we forget.
Published by Paul - Brain Injured and Traveller in one.
The World is an amazing place filled with adventure, awe and excitement. As a child I dreamt that I would see every country, every crevice of the globe. And now? Now I continue to fulfil that dream...I would like to share that journey with you in some small part... View more posts