dear life 68
dear life,has it ever happened to you that your own being becomes the greatest mystery of the world to you? can that mystery be solved at all? is it meant to be solved at all?
dear life 67
dear life,everywhere is gray, everywhere is cold, everywhere is sad. everywhere are cars, and streets are deserted of living people, as if you are leaving us all alone, not even looking back. maybe you are looking back but you can't see anything as the pollution is making you blind. the smug is covering the city, the smug is bringing us to tears, the smug is making us cough, the smug is choking us. and yet you are not doing anything for us; but really, why should you when we ourselves are not doing anything for ourselves? all i am thinking of now is a novel i once read entitled "blindness". how much more time do we have till we reach that blindness?
dear life 66
dear life,an old plane crashes down and kills tens of iranian journalists, tv reporters, photographers, ... mothers are crying, children are crying, friends are caught in desperation and disbelief, colleagues are shocked, ... are those fucking sanctions doing any good to change what governments do or are we people the only true victims to a fight we are not fighting?
dear life 65
dear life,the traffic is terrible, the air is polluted, the sound of the cars' horns is soaring up to the sky, the people are jammed together in the bus, a woman is begging with her kid on her knees in the sidewalk, the taxi driver is having a fight with a passenger, the people are rushing to work with sad faces, but today is a beautiful day, cause today is my birthday!!!
dear life 64
dear life, the ensemble played, the master sang, and the sentiments people felt and expressed i had never seen ever before for any others. and then the master sang, a song the nation has cherished for generations, a song of love, pain, and happiness, and that was when we all became one in giving in to the magic of the music.
