Most days, I feel silenced by the inhumanity of humanity. The last seven months of life in Syria tore down every lingering sense of hope I had in leadership, people in power. I’ve never before seen the good will of millions tossed so carelessly into the garbage with no regard for ordinary people, not a thought for future generations, not a care for the future - for what could or should be.
Unsurprisingly, these days I’ve found myself with little to say. An ironic time to begin a blog, I suppose. I suspect no one will read this. Comforting, in a way. I’m hoping to find a voice again, hoping to sort through the mess my mind has become.