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life is a precious thing that should not be taken for granted.
have you ever experienced a moment in which everything in your life seemed to make sense? no, neither have i-- but that's how it's supposed to be.
life is random.
life is beautiful.
life is a struggle.
life is what you make it.
it is not something pre-destined, deciding who you are.
fate? the question of fate-- yes, fate. the lazy man's answer to one's hardships in life. "it was simply meant to be" is the answer to everything for those who believe in 'destiny' and its mysterious ways. don't accept that, you can't. it's not a sufficient explanation; simply too easy. instead, realize that everything happens for a reason.
accept your mistakes and faults and understand that they are a part of you-- the basis of foundation from where your knowledge and personality flourishes.
no one is perfect, that's simply reality.
joyful memories.
blissful dreams.
passionate moments of ecstasy.
all this, everything, it's life.
do i have a point? yes, possibly... or maybe i just don't know. all i know is that i am someone in this world who has a voice that wants to be heard. i want to express all that is me.
i could try to explain, but i won't. i just want to write down all these scrambled thoughts in my head, and maybe that will help to explain who i am-- or it won't, who knows? i don't care.
faghat mikhaam benevisam, chon ke hich kas goosh nemikone.
i just want to write. to write for me...
because i want to.
and so, that's what i'm going to do.
have you ever experienced a moment in which everything in your life seemed to make sense? no, neither have i-- but that's how it's supposed to be.
life is random.
life is beautiful.
life is a struggle.
life is what you make it.
it is not something pre-destined, deciding who you are.
fate? the question of fate-- yes, fate. the lazy man's answer to one's hardships in life. "it was simply meant to be" is the answer to everything for those who believe in 'destiny' and its mysterious ways. don't accept that, you can't. it's not a sufficient explanation; simply too easy. instead, realize that everything happens for a reason.
accept your mistakes and faults and understand that they are a part of you-- the basis of foundation from where your knowledge and personality flourishes.
no one is perfect, that's simply reality.
joyful memories.
blissful dreams.
passionate moments of ecstasy.
all this, everything, it's life.
do i have a point? yes, possibly... or maybe i just don't know. all i know is that i am someone in this world who has a voice that wants to be heard. i want to express all that is me.
i could try to explain, but i won't. i just want to write down all these scrambled thoughts in my head, and maybe that will help to explain who i am-- or it won't, who knows? i don't care.
faghat mikhaam benevisam, chon ke hich kas goosh nemikone.
i just want to write. to write for me...
because i want to.
and so, that's what i'm going to do.