Since I’m not used to greeting, I’ll go straight to the point. This is probably a temporary post to start my activity on this topic. Right now, I don’t know what to explain about this, the only thing running through my brain is this quote that I’ve heard in one of the TED talk videos: Anything worth doing, is worth doing poorly at first.
I don’t know. I just need somewhere to empty my brain. Something like catharsis, maybe… That’s all! Welcome To My Unknown World;)
I liked video and maybe I will like your unknown world.
Pls go ahead
You know I used to watch movie fast , listen to podcast with 1.5 speed , read book rapidly
And this clip invited me to be calm and quietness.
I love that. Thank you for share
At Eternity’s Gate a painting by Vincent Van Gogh[1]
There are times in life when we are tempted to do things that we have avoided for a lifetime and not only we haven’t waited for the right opportunity for them, but also, we absolutely haven’t wanted to do them! In the struggle of these doubts, one day we wake up and realize that we are doing the same thing. This is surprising enough, but the main shock comes when, after accepting the new circumstances, we fail to do so!
Life seems to slap us in the face with unexpected things every day and I really don’t know how long I’m going to play in this damn theater. I just feel the need to tell the world: Keep your happiness and goodness to yourself, Could you please take me back to the time before I was here? I don’t remember anyone asking me for permission to experience everyday nonsenses! Whose life is it anyway? [2]
اگرچه هق هقم از خواب، خوابِ تلخ برآشفت خوابِ خسته و شیرین بچههای جهان را،
ولی گریستن نتوانستم
نه پیشِ دوست نه در حضور غریبه نه کنجِ خلوتِ خود گریستن نتوانستم
که آفتاب بیاید
نیامد!
Wow, such a wonderful
Oh my gosh lonely whale
has a sad story
this whale many years singing to find a pair
but he can’t succeed because her frequency is different and also scientists couldn’t find him yet
They only have his frequencies deep in the ocean
Without paying attention to the clock, I decide to leave the house. My brain is being crushed under the pressure of my thoughts. The intense dizziness that I feel as soon as I get up, reminds me very well that I’ve been awake for more than a day and a half! I press my hand on the edge of the table to keep my balance. My eyes don’t see anywhere. I just feel like a book has come under my hand. My dizziness goes away, I see the Qur’an, which was the support of my unbalanced body. I try to pretend I’m insensible, yet I can’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes… I hardly get dressed. Mom asks worriedly what is the insistence to walk with this physical condition?! I say I’m out of breath, I need fresh air. and I close the door.
I walk down the street so slowly as if I’m carrying a thousand-ton load. I think that if someone sees me from a distance, they will think that at least a thousand years have passed since I was born, with this bent back. Birth? I remember how hellish I spent its last anniversary. On that day, the only thought in my head was that it might be an interesting creativity to combine the dates of my birth and death, on a day whose date is the same as my age. Does it sound ridiculous? Which of the things that we repeat every day again and again seem less ridiculous than what I said?!
No matter how much I struggle, I really can’t stop my tears this time. A stranger who passes by me, while throwing his cigarette on the corner of the sidewalk, asks me mockingly: Have you fallen in love?! I ignore him and continue on my way. Then I whisper softly: Maybe! A love that was as short as your smoking! I want to turn back to him and shout loud enough for the inhabitants of the whole world to understand: look… we are all miserable and each of us seeks refuge in something to escape from this misery. You hide yourself behind your cigarette and I hide myself behind my cries…
Something makes my heart tremble. I put my cell phone in my front pocket. After looking at the screen of my phone, I cry harder. Mom! if you were really worried about me, then why did you give birth to me…?!
PS. The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor [2] PPS. All Sisyphus’ silent joy is contained therein. His fate belongs to him. His rock is his thing [3]
Footnotes: [1]: Taken from the title of a novel written by Milan Kundera [2] & [3]: Parts of the book “The Myth of Sisyphus” by Albert Camus
+ Words cannot express how grateful I am for your kindness. Love you guys (:
A character has recently asked me .which one is more important the journey or the destination.and the other one said it’s the company .and I couldn’t agree more .