لم يُنصت أحد حينما تَساءلت هي ..
لم يبالي أحد حينما تعجبت عن معنى الأشياء ..
فمامعنى الأشياء ياعزيزتي ؟ ما معنى الاسماء ؟ ما معنى الأشخاص ؟ ما معنى الحياة ؟
يُولد الناس ليصبحوا ما أصبح عليه من قبلهم، ومن قبلهم، ومن سبقوهم.
هل خُلقنا لنتشابه ؟ هل خُلقنا لنتبع سنتهم ؟ وماذا ان اختلفنا ؟ ماذا لو تدبرنا و تفكرنا واوجدنا معاني للأشياء ؟ وماذا ان وجدنا اشياءاً جديدة ؟
You are not meant to save the world.
You are not the pivot for this cosmic.
Nobody cares about you, and you are just some body.
Feel what you feel, think what you think, and do what you want .. the world is still spinning.
Jump from the highest peak, dive into the deepest sea, climb the biggest mountain … and die in the same earth, in just another day.
You are the same person you hated, the same person you admired, the same person you befriended and the same person you loved.
you are not the one of a kind, you are the same.
Live and die and you are still the same.
Just another one, in another day, wondering another question and having no answer.
You are just … the same.
What if we wanted to stay there, forever ?
What if we wanted to not grow old, to not lose people, to not see our beloved ones get grey and weak day by day ?
We already know you life, we don’t want to go though you from the beginning to the end.
Being alive after you know the truth, is a burden.
We were children, laughing here and there with our families, Saturday nights, holidays, feasts, family gatherings, a life we never expected to come to an end.
Unfortunately, it’s all gone, and now you are there, waiting the train in the same station where you left your father before.
Your precious moments have already gone .. now it’s your turn to get on the stage to start the show.
Because you never expected it, and couldn’t see it coming.
Because you were once before, what you have been looking for nowadays.
Because you couldn’t deserve to be what you used to be.
Because you had the chance, and didn’t do well.
Because you tried, but everything had collapsed already.
Because change is the only constant we know.
You have changed …. and you have become everything you never wanted to be, and because you did everything you blamed others for doing.
Keep looking for yourself, and keep hoping to be someone you were before.
The whole thing went so unexpected to me .. the whole thing was just a story which I always heard but never imagined I would experience one day.
Since the day I knew she’s dying, till the last moment I left her knowing it’s the last time.
We didn’t cry, we didn’t whine, we didn’t even talk the way I thought we would do.
We both knew it is the last time, what on earth could be said ? and who would ever listen ?
Nothing I had to say, and no ears she had to listen.
I embraced her and left, I didn’t say goodbye, ’cause I couldn’t figure out then, where is the good part in this particular goodbye.
I can assure you, nothing hurts more than leaving, knowing that it’s the last time.
It’s beyond every word, beyond every feeling, beyond grief and sadness.
Life goes on they say, but fuck them anyway, you will never be the same again, this hole will just get bigger and bigger, and eventually you will fade away.
It’s something you feel, and something you see around everyday.
When you know the end, reading the story, becomes futility, or wasting your time.
You know that everyone in this room will pass away, you know that those singing voices will decrease by time … and maybe all what you will hear then is your voice singing the same song, in the same room, sitting on the same chair … but no one will be there to listen, and no one will be there to blow out the birthday candles.
Yet …. you are still singing.
You are alive my friend, and there’s no cure for this.
You will feel pain, you will keep suffereing.
You will keep wondering, you will fear going grey.
You hate how life goes, you hate defaults and standards.
But buddy, you will keep breathing … because there’s no way out.
Since your birth, and your first smile.
Since your eyes started to recognize things.
Since you could say your name, and express with words.
You thought it is yours, you thought it belongs to you …. and you thought that you are the playwright.
You thought you would be different, you saw the deviations they all make, to define life.
You used to see their mistakes, you used to figure out things, and you used to swim alone.
Days, months and years … life taught you, life laughed at you and life proved you wrong.
Did you choose ? have you decided ? have you made up your mind ? have you lived your dreams ?
Didn’t you fake ? didn’t you lie ? didn’t you pretend ? didn’t you have a smiling face and a broken heart ? didn’t you see them close, but couldn’t say a word ? didn’t you watch them slip away and smiled instead of crying ? didn’t you witness their last breath and held your tears ?
Oneday you will figure out, life is so mainstream.
You are just an audience, a traveller and sometimes a demonstrator.
And your life ……. isn’t actually yours.
You don’t know me, but ….
One way or another we have something in common.
I know a secret you hide.
I have lived a story you went through oneday.
I met some people you used to hate.
I do things you do when you are on your own.
I laughed at the same joke, and I cried for the same reason.
I had a seat in the same place, and I love the same movie.
I know you stranger, but you do not know me ….
Run, but you will never hide.
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