On living in Lebanon today

Every day we interact with others, sometimes unwillingly, undeservedly and reluctantly, not realizing that others’ demeanor, their dismissive arrogance, passive aggression and deep-seated but well camouflaged resentments, that their well-spring of inner anger emanating from their damaged and abused inner child, actually affects us all and turns us all as a society into a closed circuit of sorts pumping electrifying vitriol with every utterance, every body movement, every inflection in speech. What a sad state to be in.

A friend of mine recently returned from Dubai after his first visit their. He was smitten by the place, the shinning tall buildings, the wide streets, the plethora of entertainment options, but most of all he was struck by how respectfully people interacted with one another. For a man born and raised in Lebanon this was a revelation of sorts. While his first exposure to the sauna-like atmosphere of 'planet Dubai' as he stepped off the plane made him think "what did I get myself into", climate quickly became a secondary consideration as he realized that the Emirate with its youthful and vibrantly electrifying multicultural social scene, its polite and considerate food service workers, its welcoming smiles at the airport was all in sharp contrast to Lebanon. He decided that it was where he wanted to live and raise a family, a course he set himself on forthwith.

It's really quiet simple, the reality of Lebanon no longer matches the idealized vision of the country in the minds of its young, if it ever did that is. At one point people could convince themselves that in time their war weary country would climb out of its national doldrums, overcome its innate systemic corruption and culture of shortchanging, but now the hope of better things to come is all but gone. Even the most optimistic are rather pessimistic these days about the country's future. And, as such, we keep losing our best and brightest to countries that are willing to adopt them and take them in. Perhaps for the first time we realize that we are orphans, Stateless, like a homeless person living in the burned out shell of a home, we live in the gutted remains of a State that may soon exist in name only.

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