They wouldn’t get our language. Or our culture, religion, food, or ways.
Jazba is done with feeling, emotion, or passion. It’s hard to translate. And I don’t really care to translate, because that’s all I ever do. Try to make people understand. Because they don’t just always “get it,” whatever there is to get of it.
February was a rough month. I thought January was hard, but February – woah!
✔️My aunt died
✔️ My parents got COViD
✔️ My car died
✔️ Russia invaded Ukraine
My car literally died as I just found out my aunt died. It was a deep stranding feeling to be stranded physically when one is stranded emotionally and cannot connect. I was going to give myself sometime last month to be upset, but I did it today. so I can move on.