All right!
That's enough.
Steer this half-wrecked boat out of misery if there is no victory.
After spending years of study and research in computer and data science now I can say I do not like this field.
You can say I'm crazy or stupid, I don't argue with that though I do not accept it. It is impossible for me, now, to convince you other way around.
Only if I were after money or job or anything this field could offer, I would stick to it after graduation but I wasn't and am not.
All right, what should I do?
I would act unreasonably enough, if I loved or believed to achieve something, to make them say:
What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning?
Israel is committing crime against Palestinians and I am totally against it.
I don't expect justice anymore, rather I'm looking for a day of peace which I know approaches impossibility if not impossible.
We should say peace cannot be gained before having many many other good things at hand.
And it will be like passing through a spiral that on every spin we will have peace on a higher level; I hope.
May or may not we have absolute peace, but think of it if we gain absolute peace! wow!
I see that world resets and puts itself on a higher level every time it reaches the end of each spin on the spiral.
So, we are getting better even if we do not want to.
سرماخوردم
بدن درد دارم
کمی سرفه دردناک
و آب ریزش
و به اندازه کافی سردرد و سرگیجه
حالم خوبه
حالم خیلی خوبه؛ باور کن
اومدم حس حال خوبمو به اشتراک بذارم
هر موقع مریض میشم یاد این شعر سهراب میفتم که میگه
«بد نگوییم به مهتاب اگر تب داریم،
دیدهام گاهی در تب، ماه میآید پایین،
میرسد دست به سقف ملکوت»
I like to add that fever softens my insides,
It makes my heart more than ever hearty.
I'm not getting sentimental or lugubrious but becoming true.
Big days are waiting to see you blossom.
This is foreordained.
Don't count days,
Take the straight path to those days, instead.
This is your task as a human.
تنها چیزی که برای من هزینه تراشیده «ندانستن» بوده.
I hope to be successful in carving a white soul out of this serendipity that embodies me.
When I listen to a wonderful music I feel like I wanna write!
Write on a piece of paper with pencil or sometimes put some words here.
Is there any relation?
Sure, I mean, there should be!
Both are rooted in the same place.
You hear something good it spurs you to do some similar thing.
I feel blue,
oddly, I feel blue,
and nothing,
not even these fragrant minutes,
turning off on the citrus branches;
not this word's honesty,
lying in the silence between this gillyflower's two leaves;
no, nothing would disenthrall me from the invasion of environs' emptiness.
yet I am still looking forward to getting all this behind.
be sure! without your help I would fall;
I would fall from the firmament of being-
like a latent star aborted in its nascent moments.
without your help means not having your hand in mine.