Yes, it's true, I have torments and difficulties in returning to some sort of 'routine.' Our children, our beloved, our friends, our brothers and sisters, they are risking their lives beyond the border, families are mourning, and the captives have not yet been returned safely.
So how can we discuss legal issues? How can we argue about everything that seems so trivial at the moment? How can we say 'the opposing side' when we are all brothers and sisters to the same painful and immense situation?
But this morning, I understood. I realized that to create a stable hinterland; A productive, functioning, and strong market is also a battle that is important for national resilience and the security of our children. I understood that as a lawyer, I am entrusted with defending important fundamental rights of my clients, and I must protect and care for them.
So after a period of time of fatigueness, training, and in a jeep, I put on my familiar legal attire, and I hardly recognized myself in the mirror. I almost forgot that I also have this part in me, so deeply ingrained in my soul, to be a criminal lawyer, and to manage crises for our office's clients, at all times and in all situations.
Along with me goes the anguish, the cloudiness, the concern, and I navigate between despair and hope.