February 2012
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what's it like being 30?
Kid: What's it like being 30?
Unemployed Man: It feels the same as being 20.
Kid: What do you mean?
Unemployed Man: Actually, I don't feel any different. 18? 20? 30? It’s all the same to me.
Kid: Are you happy with your life?
Unemployed Man: I have no job. No money really, I am living with my parents.
Kid: Is it hard at 30?
Unemployed Man: It's hard at any age.
Kid: Why haven't you got a job?
Unemployed Man: I don't know. I have been close, but just haven’t worked out yet.
Kid: Are you afraid?
Unemployed Man: You sure ask a lot of questions kid.
Kid: I guess I'm interested and a little afraid.
Unemployed Man: Well, you might be lucky. You see, I know people who are my age and have started a family; they earn good money and think about taking holidays every now and then. On the other hand you have me, trying to find a job.
Kid: I guess I'm afraid now.
Unemployed Man: Stay in school kid; get a certificate in a trade or something. It was easy back in the days, now you need all sorts of degrees. One isn't enough. There are millions of people out there with them and more. At least with a trade, you'll be needed.
Kid: Life is pretty short huh?
Unemployed Man: It is, but hey, options do turn up, but you have to make them happen. They just haven't happened for me yet.
Kid: Do you have a plan?
Unemployed Man: A plan? The plan is find something hard to do and work hard at it, that's where the money is and try to retire early.
Kid: Sounds like a good plan.
Unemployed Man: If I don't fail.
Kid: Are you a morning person?
Unemployed Man: If I sleep early enough it's alright, but I don't want to be 50 or even 60 waking up every morning to go to work. There's not much life left to enjoy if you're working until your grave.
Kid: What's your advice to me?
Unemployed Man: It's never too late to do what you want. It might seem everyone around you is leaving you behind in every aspect, but just keep at it. Do something as opposed to not doing something. You have to make things happen, even if you're 30 and you're still lost, nothing will come to you, you have to work hard. You might be lucky one day, you just might be kid.
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the island
Stuck on an island with nothing to see You can walk up to the sand Standing next to a tree Think about your future Wearing something you have never seen Feels a little surreal In a place you have never been Take a picture of the stars They’re alive for a moment In space playing their guitars The music takes a hold of you Feeling so new On an island That’s afraid of you The sky drops...
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Anonymous asked: Keep reaching for your dream, and never, ever give up.
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blind drunk melbourne
Drinking away your dreams, forgetting what you mean Imported satisfaction, a losing dream You’re angry at the fact you’re losing steam Set yourself back several years You’re young and you have no dreams Drinking satisfaction, you’re losing sleep
You have no one, not a single fleet Your senses bombarded, you’re a losing cheap You’re young and you’re tired You’re...
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distant thoughts
You wanted to have it all, just like the rest. You wanted to feel the emotion of having everything and a sense of completion for once in your life, when it feels like a constant occurrence for everyone else. You just wanted to feel what it would be like to have it all, before you die. Are you being greedy? Or is it too much to ask for? Your heart cries at night, it’s usually happy when there’s...
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January 2012
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count to three
Helping people notice that they’re alive, you try to protect what they don’t know in hope that they will survive. You assist in their last chance for hope and you try to deliver their cause because they never cared about their own, but still you tried to help in the way you knew best. You slowly realised how their hearts and minds found a way to protest. You turn around and you look at me; this...
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“If you only look to the left, you’ll be missing what’s right.”
– Michael Daaboul
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beautiful illusion
She had a face that was slowly dying, it was the only reason why she was crying. Makeup hides the world that she lived in and she never saw her troubles building. When she moisturised her skin, illusion created the softness she was in. When she wakes up from this mess, she will realise life is not as she guessed. She is stuck on thirty something, as time escapes from the sands of time, she has...
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“I’m afraid that somebody is going to take you away from me. I’m afraid that you...”
– Michael Daaboul
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barely breathing
Her tiny heart is beating, it’s barely breathing. It’s suffocating in blood; it’s feeling the weakness inside, like a flood that is drowning her. The clock is ticking, she is fading pretty fast. The only person is Death by her lonely side. She is running pretty fast, but she is falling behind. She is finishing last. The weakness is slowly killing her, her heart is barely breathing. It came...
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the page’s friend
Pages often hide between the binds of books. They can’t move, although, it is not like they have anywhere else to go. Pages are stuck and cannot afford the price of freedom, even though pages don’t know what freedom feels like. But they have read about freedom in books that don’t end. They have heard of books that never end and books that haven’t got binds. One day, a page fell out of a book. A...
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a bird’s feeling
Every morning I woke up to the songs sung by birds that lived in the tree next door. I had always wondered if birds sung in a language other birds could understand, but even if I couldn’t understand the language, it had a smoothing sort of melody to it. The tune relaxed my body. I wouldn’t get annoyed like my neighbours did. They told me how much they hated the birds that lived in the tree next...
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“Imagine you were walking alone in the desert, abandoned. You’re the only one....”
– Michael Daaboul
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Anonymous asked: I loved the Dreamer's Conversation. I hope you have a wonderful new year and I look forward to reading more from you in the future! You are an amazing writing.
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December 2011
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the lost pages of the traveller's christmas...
(Read Part 10 HERE)
Egypt, The Last of the Lost Pages, One for the Ages
In Egypt, robberies, shootings and deaths peak on Christmas due to the deadly regime imposed by government officials working with the Orthodox Church. Christmas starts on the 7th of January here, they call this regime Advent and it’s in place for 40 days. People are forced for 40 days not to eat, drink, and leave their...
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the lost pages of the traveller's christmas...
(Read Part 9 HERE)
Great Britain
Not a quiet moment goes by in Great Britain in the lead up to Christmas; it’s a day the people are rushing as if their lives depended on it and during the night, not a soul in sight. Perfectly calm, no wind, empty park benches and owls lurking on top of red telephone boxes. It’s during the night that interested me; I didn’t care much for the day as...
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the lost pages of the traveller's christmas...
(Read Part 8 HERE)
Greenland
Corruption and conspiracy plague Greenland as during Christmas time mercenaries dressed in heavy chain armour raid unexpected homes. I didn’t see any Christmas trees here and it was no mystery as to why such green wonders were strangers to homes. The mercenaries are hired by unknown entities that are believed to have paid the mercenaries unbelievable amounts...
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the lost pages of the traveller's christmas...
(Read Part 7 HERE)
Holland
The Sun disappears in Holland during the festive season; St. Jabiru is believed to be living somewhere within the underground waiting to give gifts to children who have been behaving. However, it was not all that nice, as the rumours flowed like the Nile River of Africa, but I was cynical, I didn’t believe until the priest told me to leave this place. He...
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“She wrote, ‘I’ll never be alone again,’ on the palm of her hands as she sat by...”
– Michael Daaboul
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the lost pages of the traveller's christmas...
(Read Part 6 HERE)
Micronesia
In Micronesia, the small islands are quiet; you can hear the wind and the gentle brushing of the trees speak to each other. Not many people are around during Christmas time, so I decided to see what everyone gets up to. I was thinking it would involve family gatherings and overindulging on coconut juice. However, a young boy told me all the adults go to church,...
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the smile of dreams
When the person you love dies, in your dreams, all you remember is their smile. You once again feel like you belong right after you have moved on four years ago. You might have let go, but your mind still holds on. You try so hard to stop the many thoughts that flood during the time of sleep where it’s your only time to rest in an eight hour day of full time work, seven days a week. You work on...
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the lost pages of the traveller's christmas...
(Read Part 5 HERE)
Peru
Christmas in Peru was odd; priests would be planetary orbit the streets in a fashion that was curious, curious to me and to any fat cat. I decided to follow a group of priests; they carried small altars and seemed large enough to fit a medium sized child in there, half my height it seemed. It looked rather lightweight or the physical small build of the ancient priest...
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the lost pages of the traveller's christmas...
(Read Part 4 HERE)
New Guinea
The tribes in New Guinea have an interesting tradition on Christmas with the stealing of infants that are traded with different tribes. The mother has no say in this barter, if she even made a sound she would be brutally impinged on by many nails coming out of a wooden bat. I watched in horror, hiding in the tallest tree I could find, I didn’t stay long...
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“There was no Facebook anymore to remind friends that it was my birthday.”
– Michael Daaboul
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the lost pages of the traveller's christmas...
(Read Part 3 HERE)
Syria
A special mass is held in churches of Syria in honour of the bloodthirsty, manic Saint Nichrome, who was said to have ridden the darkest horse one could ever see, the blackest black where no light could escape. The dazed once captured by the malevolent horse were paralysed and their eyes glued to the darkness. All those people laid there, couldn’t move and...
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the lost pages of the traveller's christmas...
(Read Part 2 HERE)
Vietnam
Grief-stricken Vietnam remembers the slaughter of the Buddhism religion at the hands of French Christians during Christmas some millennia ago. The occupation of the brutal regime saw no mercy, killing all who opposed to convert from their philosophy, their way of life. It’s believed the French had no heart, but driven by the devil’s puppet. Every hand...
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the lost pages of the traveller's christmas...
(Read Part 1 HERE)
Wales
I was dreaming of a Christmas in Wales and I was dancing with the musical notes playing from the instruments of music lovers everywhere. “It’s Christmas time … again.” This time of the year couldn’t have come any sooner for the people of Wales; it’s the only time they sing away their sorrows with music. It’s forbidden any...
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“The words of ‘love’ and ‘hate’ exist in misery.”
– Michael Daaboul
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the lost pages of the traveller's christmas...
Nothing made sense but the road ahead looked a little easier than before. Not many bumps this time, the road is smooth but it seems endless. The further I look the longer the road gets. You wish someone was next to you to experience what you having been through, seeing what no one believed, just, walking by your side. You wish the Sun would shine right past you, shine right past your mind,...
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something missing
There is a photo over there with no frame. The Moon hasn’t received any sunlight tonight. There is green grass without having any water. There are flowers not in a vase. There is a book sitting in the corner that will never be read, a book which could change your life. There is music that will never be heard, but if you did, you would listen to it for years. There are churches with no...
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“A broken heart so defined, is a home for a smile that is denied.”
– Michael Daaboul
November 2011
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things sound a lot better
I will never fall away, at least it sounds better if I say, “I will never.” There’s something in this air, it might have been your taste or maybe, something in your hair. You make me feel so … new. Different. You see me through, not satisfied until, you have seen all of me. Something whispers in my ear, the love that will always be there. The word ‘never’...
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“I should have held you tight; I should have held you more tonight.
I missed...”
– Michael Daaboul
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fear of changing
They didn’t know what to say, but they knew everything would be okay. They reminded themselves how they had always stayed the same. Never did they know, how the rest had changed, they lied and told them never to change, if they hadn’t have told them such a thing, they would had never stayed the same. They listened and never questioned a word they said. If we had another chance, they would take...
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“You’re sitting on your bed at night crying away your insanity. The light...”
– Michael Daaboul
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memories (this started it all special)
I have forgotten your smile, the one that took my heart and tore me apart inside; the smile that betrayed me from the start. It didn’t have to end … My memories of you seem so near, everything was so clear. Those memories have all seemed to just disappear … It didn’t have to end … What your sad smile told me, you didn’t want me forever, that’s something I...
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“Why does hate and anguish exist? Do they learn to suffer and persist with each...”
– Michael Daaboul
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poisoned from the void
She walks through the pavement, like she is not even there. Invisible to this world, she walks unnoticed. Judgemental she knows it; she lacks compassion and tried to avoid intervention. She picks up her bags and catches the light, walks around in a circle out of sight and running out of life. She’s confused and slightly poisoned from the void. Reasons are made up around her own mind, around...
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“Don’t look at me when I’m dead in a casket at my funeral; I am not...”
– Michael Daaboul
October 2011
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72 years (tribute to the yeager's couple special)
For 72 years I have been married to you and I said, “I won’t part with you”, for 72 years I said, “We won’t part.” They said, “We’re old-fashioned”, we took our wedding vows to heart, ‘til death do us part. I feel that The World had other plans it seemed, after the accident, you were put into a coma; you suffered internal bleeding and a broken neck. If only we had stayed in...
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“You could try and find the remedy, but the truth will always linger without a...”
– Michael Daaboul