A senior in her twenties

As I sat opposite of my friend last night in an Ammanian restaurant, I could not help but notice a group of seniors deep in jovial conversation right behind her. I looked at them and none of them seemed younger than 70. I watched them repeatedly throughout the evening, and I smiled as one of them took out his phone and started taking pictures of the other three as he let deep laughter escape his mouth. 

This was quite unusual in Amman and I am known to be nosy or curious (depending on what you think of people who are interested in those around them), so I stole more looks and noticed their beautiful appetite for food and life, I noticed that they did not care for the girl in her early twenties staring at them and trying to listen to what they were saying or that she envied how relaxed they were as opposed to how tense she was most of her day.

While I was enjoying the conversation I was having with my friend, I was thinking about today and what I need to get done. I was thinking about my brother who was coming in from Abu Dhabi and how I was going to make time for him in the tight tight schedule I had made for myself, I was thinking of how I was going to compensate for my missing workouts this week, while those 70 or 80 something year olds ,who are theoretically closer to death than I am, did not seem to be thinking about anything else but having fun right then and there.

As I watched them leave I wished myself beautiful deep connections like the one they had with each other, I wished for an appetite for life that would last me 10 more decades, and I wished that I would never stop allowing my self to live and have fun no matter what my Arab culture handed me down about being conservative and matching the social standards of my age!

Have a beautiful morning full of life

Drink up

Deena