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Forever 21

cakeThere is nothing cool about being in your twenties. Whoever said it was is a big fat liar. When you are twenty-something, you worry about university. About exams. About last minute revisions. About whether you did well or if you could have answered question 5 differently.

In your twenties, you suffer your first major heartbreak, the one that changes you as a person. The one that makes you insecure, lonely, bitter. The one that makes you write poems, listen to Radiohead and eat pizza in bed. You make new friends. You go out a lot. Only to come back to a very lonely place.

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Lebanon Must Reinvent Itself

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The Lebanese passport is not the best one to have. Don’t get me wrong, I am proud of my country. Yes, I am proud. Proud of being able to ‘ski and swim on the same day’, proud of our hummus, proud of our multi-lingual upbringing, proud of the Lebanese success stories on the international scene keeping in mind Lebanon is a tiny-teeny country, proud of our family values, of our strong educational institutions, of our sophisticated banking system, of our ability to (kind of) cohabitate when we are 18 officially recognized religious groups, proud of our ability to survive (and somehow forget) a painful – and recurrent – history, of our persistence to make it happen on our land despite all odds, of the fun in our clubs… Being Lebanese has however a lot of downsides. Holding the Lebanese passport is one of many.

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Seul

ImageJ’ai toujours voulu être libre. Mais la liberté est un concept difficile à comprendre. Libre de qui et de quoi ? Libre comment, et pourquoi ? Libre des parents, des mecs, des copines, des bancs de l’école, de ceux de la fac, du boss, des calories, du boyfriend macho ? Gagner son argent de poche, son salaire, payer son loyer, sortir après minuit, rentrer au petit matin, ou pas, claquer la porte de la maison, peindre un mur en marron, insulter ses collègues, partir seul au Mexique, faire son linge, dormir le jour, se réveiller la nuit, ou pas, croire en tout, en rien, en quelque chose de ridicule, exprimer ses pensées sans craindre les conséquences, s’affranchir des clichés ? Le problème de la liberté, c’est qu’elle glisse. Plus l’on croit s’en rapprocher, et plus elle s’éloigne. Et puis elle se confond tellement bien avec la solitude. Il est facile d’être libre quand on est seul. Le plus difficile reste à trouver et sauvegarder sa liberté quand (trop) entouré. Il ne faut pas confondre seul et libre. Etre libre, c’est bien. Etre seul, moins.

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