3D World

“Once upon a time, little Circloz was living in her world with her companions of squares and triangles… One day she saw another circle growing and shrinking… she went to talk to it to find out how it was possible to change size that easily… For her surprise, the other circle told her that it was a sphere living in a 3D World… and that she too was a sphere living in a 3D World, but moving on a straight line without recognizing her power and capabilities… Circloz returned back to her companions very happy with what she learned… and she tried to enlighten them… to explain the reality to them… and to convince them that they were cubes and pyramids… but no one believed Circloz… Circloz had only one option… she left everything behind her back and moved to the 3D World”… A story narrated by a very wise friend of mine… I am not sure whether the world is 3D or it is me who is suffocating in a virtual 2D world without a reason.

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Visit

I was waiting for this week end since last week… I was really exhausted and in brutal need for some rest… though, they woke me up very early… we had to pay someone a Visit… a sudden Visit… The wind was blowing our veils… but it was nice and delicate… silence was dominating… only some tears… fears and little or no words… We always get ready for happy moments… and we waste a lot of time preparing for them and gathering people to share with us… as for today there were many people… only invited this morning… there was no time to get ready… but we were all there… We all know that this Visit is un-avoidable for each and every one of us… but we rarely prepare for it… and most of the times it surprises us… I am wondering how such a day will be for me…

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Nightmare

I was driving my car… looping in the road… taking u-turns to re-walk in the same streets… this was common for me… I am used to do so almost every day… either with my car or on my legs… But these days, it is pretty different… the streets are no more the same… I was feeling that cars passing near me were from another world… or maybe it was me… am not sure… their lights seemed to be blurring… I couldn’t differentiate between them… I couldn’t hear any of the street’s sounds… I felt I was flying although I was sure my feet were on the ground… I was staring at them… I wanted to open my window to touch them… but I felt they were very far away… every time I look at any of them it just continues its way as if it didn’t notice my presence… it looked they were racing each other to get away from me… my eyes were fixed on the speed meter for a while… but I couldn’t understand… All I know is that it’s a Nightmare… and I know it’ll end soon.

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Hard Times

"She robbed the piece of bread from her hands… she was really hungry and in need for this small piece… it was all she had in this world… this cruel world… She stabbed her heart with a knife… her little heart full of bitter emotions"… She stood in the darkness thinking about this awful scenario which she couldn’t bear… she wasn’t a thief nor a killer… but she was put in this situation… a situation where she had to decide… she never thought about harming a person… and now maybe she has to do so to “save” someone else… She wasn’t of this type… she was weaker… She was thinking about the right and wrong… confused between priorities… and praying to get out from this darkness of thoughts and feelings… She was really wondering about the situation she was facing… and she decided to get out from this agony of conscious… she decided to pass the Hard Times and to remain self… she can never hurt anyone…and she won’t… she was never a traitor.

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Shadows

People keep walking in and out from my life… It’s really easy to enter someone’s life and leave it after a while whether you wanted it or not… Some left really quickly… and others stayed for longer periods… All I can remember now are some memories… Though I tried hard to erase all my memories… I found myself always surrounded by their Shadows… searching for the light and comforting myself with the company… the fake company that exists only in my mind… I’m afraid of opening my eyes… I sometimes ask myself how this will end and whose next turn… and always silence is the result… and time is the answer… Yes… I am living in the memories I’ve been running from… I’m living in my shell with some shades from the past… the past which I am forgetting… and missing.

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Deep Oceans

Most of the times the surface is calm… reflecting the warmth of the sun… and the light of the moon…Diving to more depths, you can see coral reefs… fishes of different types… and finally sand… It carries boats… and reacts to the wind… it is peaceful… and rarely wild and frightful… We’re very much like it… We’re layers with minds and feelings… and the deeper we dive into, the more insightful we understand self… others and life… Exploring the deepness is not easy… it takes courage and time… Some people lose their lives in this journey before learning… some get lost… and few reach the bottom and might or might not come back to the surface with experience… In all cases during this expedition, they change and influence others with their changes… The thing is one might not be able to specify how deep they are from the surface or how far they are from the shore… they might jump from the bottom to the surface or drift from the shore in no time causing others lose track of them and to re-evaluate the distances and gaps separating them… We’re difficult to understand and we change frequently… We’re vast and Deep Oceans.

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Mirage

Sometimes we get obsessed by a certain idea to the extent of seeing nothing or believing in nothing but this sole idea… When one succeeds and reaches what he was seeking, people call him persistent and patient… On the contrary, when he fails, people call him a… loser… and he is perceived as a stupid person… Sometimes when we awaken from the dreams we live for we discover that we lost our lives following nothing… we discover that we were just chasing illusions… and at that moment we might think that we lost everything… that the time we lost was for nothing… and thus we found ourselves faced by two options… either to give up and completely lose hope or to start following a new dream hoping things will change… Usually we are not sure about what we see or what we pursue till we get closer and keep getting closer till we discover that it is just another Mirage!

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Selves

Some things in life just happen… and I find myself following… sometimes I drift from what I think should be the destination… and some other times I reach it while thinking about the choices that led me there… I keep thinking about how those “things” happen, but I never understand… I feel that my soul is flying away… not away from my body… but away from myself… I am floating… just floating on the surface of my thoughts… I feel lost inside myself… I am a group of scattered ideas and feelings that need to union to form the self I am looking for… the self I’ve been missing for a while… With all these struggles inside… my outer self is still one… is still resisting to repress my inner self which started to rebel on itself… It is really difficult to be one person with two or more Selves.

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Faces

Since some time, and I can’t exactly remember when, I stopped keeping track of my memories and since then I feel much better… Sadly, I caught myself many times during the past few days remembering some of last year’s events… and I found that I learned a lot… This year should really be a memorable year whether I want it or not as it was one of the most important and difficult years in my life… it was one of my U-turns in life… but this discovery complicated the way I look into life and things so that I sometimes feel lost and don’t know where I stand any more… In this year, I met many people and I knew many of them… I mean I really “knew” them… Now I can see that people are very hard to understand… whenever I comprehend something or someone it turns out to be something else… I thought I was wearing a mask… but I discovered that others have many Faces…

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Liar

I’ve been listening for a while with many doubts trying to convince myself that I am mistaken… Unfortunately, all actions have easily proven… the opposite… I question myself every day and night, wishing to find the truth… the truth which I don’t really want to know… the truth which I am afraid to face… the truth which has the power of awakening me… I challenge every word I hear… and I wonder how many lies I have heard till now… Lying is the habit some people can’t live without… it’s the air they breathe and the blood that circulates in their veins… I don’t want to listen as I don’t believe you anymore… and I can’t trust you any longer… Even when you don’t lie, I don’t believe you… Congratulations, you won… my despisal! Liar.
"I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you", Friedrich Nietzsche.

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Sleepless

I feel astonished in front of many of the things and situations I face these days… Yesterday was one of those days with its many weird unrealistic incapable of being understood events… and… people… Many thoughts… lots of analysis… and still nothing reached… Worries and anxieties were accompanied by the agony of my conscience… My mind is terribly exhausted… Some of the things in life are really beyond my level of understanding… It is either that I am too stupid to realize the meaning of what I face… or that life is too complex to be comprehended by a person like me… I started worrying about why and how things happen to me specially in such timing –please don’t misinterpret what I mean here-… Yesterday was a horrible day for me followed by a “suitable” awful night… this was too much for one day… and… I was Sleepless.

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I Know

Knowledge doesn’t kill us… it just causes us more pain and makes us suffer more than those who don’t know… Every day, we learn new things… some of them we like and some of them can make us hate ourselves just because they came across our ways… I noticed something weird during the last couple of months… my life was sort of a steady state one… of course it had its share of troubles, but we can say they were of the “normal” type troubles and problems… then after some coincidences… actually many of them… and it is truly odd that all this was by “coincidence”… I learned a lot of things… which made me look to the world from a very different perspective… a perspective I don’t like… The bad thing is that I can’t go back… I am also not sure whether I should be happy or not for becoming less ignorant… Now, I just know… yes, I Know… and I still have to know more… to suffer more and to hate myself more and more!

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Scars

Some people lived for many years, and still they are not mature enough to understand and judge situations as they should and they do not act wisely… others lived much less, but they have the wisdom of senates… Real age is not measured by the number of years we live… it is measured by the number of hard situations we face… the actions we take… and the Scars carved on our memories and lives by the hard times… The traces of these wounds reflect our real age and experience… these traces are our life… they are the real “us”… Unfortunately the process of “real” learning is very expensive, specially when it comes to the science of life… it takes courage… because its lessons are always hard to understand… and the traces they leave on our personalities are deep enough to remain forever.
"Our Scars have the power to remind us that our past was real", Hannibal Lecter, "Red Dragon".

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Pottery

“Like Pottery we are… God puts us in situations to form our traits, then puts us in the oven to harden our personalities”… a friend of mine surprised me with these wise words while discussing life issues, problems and people… We are the projection of our sufferings, mistakes and experiences … Happiness and joy have a very limited role in our lives… they only show on some remarkable moments, then disappear as fast as they showed… This is why our behavior is most of the times controlled by our fears… and some little times by our hopes… This doesn’t mean that life is awful… on the contrary, it means that we should learn and benefit from our past and not let ruin our future… No matter how much pains we’ve been through before, we have the power to avoid them in the future… Like Pottery, we are strengthened by fire… so we should never let it break us down.

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Today

Usually I don’t care about days or dates any more… but I found that Today’s name is a very remarkable one… it’s the 8th day of the 8th month of the 8th year after the 2000 years from which people started giving high importance to their history and keeping track of their days by giving them names and counting them… in addition, my blogging habit started near this day a year ago… As all days… it is a very normal one… it was born some hours ago and will soon die after some other hours… yes, it is really short, just as our lives… Again it is just Today’s name that is giving it the value to be written about… Many many days ago… when I was a kid… I hoped to be the thing I am now… and I strived to achieve this… and thanks God I am here now… When we imagine things and plan for them, we usually plan for how we will become… but we don’t think about how the people or things surrounding us will be at that moment… Today… I can still imagine my future and plan for it… but I can’t see any more where I will be… I try to imagine the surroundings… because they are the real future life that should be planned for.

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A Mistake

“It could be that the purpose of your life is only to serve as a warning to others”, unknown author

“I can’t save you… and you can’t save me”… these words couldn’t pass my lips… although they were circling in my mind continuously these days… It’s getting tougher every day… and much harder… Chaos is everywhere… Things are out of control… They have just passed the limits… and the problem is that they are still continuing… and growing… till the day of the non-stop… the day when it will all blow…and at that moment, nobody will be rescued… it will be a complete failure… Stupidity after another… an accumulative series of mistakes and problems… and all of this was because of… A Mistake… only one mistake!

"Don't argue for other people's weaknesses. Don't argue for your own. When you make a mistake, admit it, correct it, and learn from it immediately", Stephen R. Covey

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Principles

In my opinion, people can be categorized according to their beliefs… No matter whether these beliefs are right or wrong based on my personal judgment… they just have something to believe in, to be guided by and to act accordingly… I always thought it was easy to preserve what we believe in even if this sometimes hurts us… I couldn’t imagine there can be compromises in values… I thought that concessions are weaknesses and I used to disrespect people who commit such a mistake… till I joined this group… Yes, for the first time in my life, I am really regretting something I did… Why now? Because it was the first time that I throw away one of my Principles, one of the basics that I should have stuck to… And I promise myself it will never happen again… it was the first and will be the last time.

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Scarecrow

He used to stand under the sun… and under the rain… sometimes in the darkness… and sometimes facing the storms… scaring birds… fearing dogs… and fighting the wind while tied in the same place… Most of the times, he was made of wood… always wearing funny clothes… There were many of him in the same field… He was only there to make life easier for other people… Facing all the troubles and carrying all the burdens… Guarding the crops and defending the place… When he becomes old… he gets thrown away and gets easily… replaced… He has the virtual power of controlling the field and the birds… but in fact his supremacy is nothing but a… fantasy… They used to call him the Scarecrow, though… deep inside himself he wasn’t… He was just another powerless mindless empty headed and hopeless executer.

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Nice To Talk To

Some people talk… some others listen… Some people say… and some others understand… Some people refer to others because they find their shelters in them… Some need protection... and others provide it for them… Sometimes, these others get misunderstood because of being too much caring and supportive… Their care becomes like a knife in their souls… It is usual that after a while they become ignored… abandoned and then… forgotten… Although they sometimes do all what they can and maybe give all what they have only to help and to be there when needed… they always get hurt just because they are Nice To Talk To... They do their best just to lose… Then they learn to live with the tears they are left with.

“I've learned that no matter how good a friend someone is, they're going to hurt you every once in awhile and you must forgive them for that”, unknown author

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My Tomorrows

One day I forgot my name for a second… and in this second, I had many chaotic feelings summing up to this one thing… I felt that I wasn’t living anymore… Suddenly I discovered that I don’t know what I will be doing tomorrow… or why in the first place I have to wake up in the morning to see another day… and to live it… this feeling is harder on me than forgetting my name… it isn’t a second any more… it is a complete day… a lifetime… Although I am conscious and I am fully aware of myself while writing these lines, I really don’t know how I will be passing the next day… I usually have something for tomorrow… but today I feel I have no tomorrow to wait for… My Tomorrows were killed by my Yesterdays.

"Tomorrow is nothing, today is too late; the good lived yesterday", Marcus Aurelius

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“Le Coquillage”

I was always wondering about the mystery of the old shell… Always acting as the peaceful cover… embracing the words and secrets of others… of the sea visitors… constantly welcoming and encouraging them to tell it what they might never tell others… It was the un-talkative listener… Inside which there were many unsaid words… waiting for the time… the time it will be opened to reveal its own secrets… I tried many times to put it on my ear to hear anything, but it kept protecting the secrets and the only thing I heard was the sound of the sea… though I always respected it and its silence… Even when it is suffering, its tears become pearls. When I was asked, I didn’t know the answer, I just knew it was… “Le Coquillage*”.

*Coquillage (French): Sea-shell

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The Horse

It’s been running for a long time… for days, months and maybe years. It ran on sand… on rocks and on water… Riders changed during the trips… destinations… and landscapes too… Sometimes, it left its traces on the surface it ran on, and some other times, you might not notice it even passed by… Sometimes, it jumped to pass over obstacles… Some other times, it fell… but always it got up and resumed its trips, no matter what they cost… Till the time came, and it finally felt… tired… tired in the middle of one of the longest trips it ever walked… it felt tired before reaching its destination… this is because it kept running without taking enough time to break… and to take its breath… or to think about the final target… Will it reach where it was mainly heading? Is this the target it should have run for all this time? The Horse suddenly felt lost in the middle of the vast desert.

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The Moon

I used to enjoy its tender light at night… and I loved staring at it for long times… wishing I can be there… Some time later, I heard that its light was just a reflection of the Sun’s light… but deep inside it is… obscure… and cold… I won’t say I was shocked… by all means I was never really going to be there… or even get nearer… but knowing this broke a part of myself… the dreaming and hoping one… I lost one of my dreams… or actually I found out it was a fake one… at first I thought it was hard to fulfill, but now I knew it was non-sense… Sometimes we leave ourselves to dreams thinking we can make them true… but in reality, we are running away from our nightmares… The Moon is far because we should only watch it… so… we should not seek reaching it… we belong to earth!

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The Clue

"A while ago I decided to do the right things regardless of how I feel about them because by time I realize that they were right… right decisions always lead to right consequences", these wise words of a friend of mine crossed my mind while thinking… thinking about my situation and my next steps… I’ve already taken my decision, and I’ve been suffering from this for a while now… and… I chose the “right” thing… What differentiates right and wrong at a time is the input we have at this time… meaning that after a while, we might discover that the “right” we thought it was is not the right “right”… and we may also discover that the “wrong” was the real “right”, but we had no clear vision about it… I think that all these are relative because the right “right” should be known… it is absolute! But we always prefer to wait for The Clue... Life is too complex, and we only learn from our mistakes.

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Iceberg

It isn’t about assumptions nor understanding… it is about diving… or maybe exploring with different tools… or wearing the correct glasses… I am not sure whether it was due to my kindness… or to my ignorance… but for sure it was to my surprise that I started seeing the other face of the truth… or maybe the lie that has been hiding for a while under the calm surface… reflecting the nice rays of the worming sun… Unfortunately what we hide is much more than what we let the outside world see… and judge… but it is not only hiding… it is lying… I am not sure why people behave differently than what they believe in… or don’t they believe in what they say?! Or maybe the problem is with me… I can only see the clear side… the shining one… while colliding silently with the underwater part… the major and real part of the Iceberg.

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Avalanche

Resisted for so long… endured more than what can be borne… Finally the time came… the time for the walls to fall down… the time when I can no more stand up under the burdens… the time for the breakdown… Pushing is nonsense… and opposing is not possible… Falling is the only option… and failure is the sole result… Starting over will not be easy… Surrendering is the safest decision and… simplest solution… No more breath to fight… no more strength to stand up or… to run… Only pain… in the mind… and the heart… Medications can’t help… tranquilizers don’t work… Darkness is dominating… fainting is approaching… I am leaving myself for the… Avalanche.
"Pain is an excellent teacher, but no one wants to go to his class", unknown author

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What Is Happiness?

I sometimes wonder if the sea is happy… Why the sea?! Because I think it had everything it needs… it’s full of water… it’s vast… it has neighbors all the time… some inside and some outside… always surrounded by people and creatures… loving its tranquility and fearing its rage… it links between continents and carries people between them… it lies on earth… and… touches the sky … it swallows disgrace… and dilutes pain… Briefly, I think the sea misses nothing… but is this enough to be happy?
“Happiness can mean different things to different people. For example, for one person, it may mean being in a relationship, whereas for someone else it may mean feeling you have the ability to handle whatever life throws at you”, What is Happiness?

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Re-Evaluation

Sometimes I look back and think… other times, I try to look forward and dream… Well… I am not very sure where I stand now, I just feel that I am a stranger where I am… I feel that this is not my life… but at the same time, it can’t be otherwise… I mean that it is really hard to leave everything and move to something completely new… specially that sometimes we can’t leave some people behind us… No, this isn’t what you think… I am really happy and satisfied with what I have, I even don’t wish or look forward to a better life… I sometimes feel I have more than one mind… with very contradicting thoughts…I just feel I don’t belong to this world… I sometimes feel I miss-placed myself where I am… but I am sure this is the most suitable place for me… I sometimes feel lost… although I know where I am heading… maybe this is just some sort of Re-Evaluation… I don’t know!

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When The Time Comes

I am not used to write about such feelings… I mean good ones… like being optimistic… I am not sure why I found it so hard to write about good things… but I couldn’t hold myself from writing this one… also, I am not sure why I am writing this and why now… nothing has changed, everything is still the same, not just the same, but still the same… maybe it is my mood which is a bit different these days… well, I talked a lot without saying anything… I guess I am starting a new bad habit… Also, I started thinking in a different way… I think I am saving memories… I mean I am trying to enjoy every moment and every situation in my life now… not to enjoy the moment, but to be happy when remembering it… Well, I think I started escaping to the future… the future which will be the memory of my past… the only thought I have now is that… When The Time Comes… when the time to remember comes… I think I will be happy!

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I Hate Her!

Our relation lasted for about 30 years now… I was used to see her, talk to her and refer to her daily in everything I do, and in every decision I take… We were very close… We were soul mates… I could have never imagined my life without her… But people change… even her… Suddenly I started feeling like we became strangers… She is not the same person any more… Her way of thinking surprises me… Her decisions and actions became weird… We started getting apart… I don’t feel we are together any more… She doesn’t want to listen to me… She can’t tolerate my problems any more… She isn’t the supportive person I used to run to when I needed something… or when I felt alone… Every passing day is separating us more and more and makes the gap deeper and the distance further… I noticed this, and she didn’t even care… And instead of being the one person we used to be… we became me and myself… and for this… I Hate Her!

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For Sale

Lately I noticed that people don’t value precious gifts, and they don’t have the right sense to differentiate between what is valuable and what is not. Some people took their places because of coincidences while they spoil everything, but due to the ignorance of others, no one notices this at the right moment or maybe notices and ignores, and mistakes keep accumulating till forming a large pile of problems very hard to solve. On the other side, some other people can’t value what they have… they don’t even know what they have although people surrounding them keep dragging their attention to it. They just can’t feel it till they lose it… only by then they understand and appreciate what they had… and by then it becomes very late to recover… And there are others who know what they have but they can’t really make use of it or enjoy it because of the former two types of people… so they just give up and as anything else they put their believes and virtues For Sale before it is too late… before they are worth nothing according to the market’s new measures.

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Announcement # 1

Thank you for being a reader of The Planet Inside, and I think it is time for The Planet Outside now. I hope you like it.

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Thoughts...

Lost between contradictions… Obsessed by the different Thoughts… I sometimes wish I were someone else… I think that at this time it would have been much easier… I am attracted to both sides with the same power, although each is a completely different path… I don’t know how I can combine them… I can’t make my mind… And at the same time, I have to choose… Unfortunately, the choice this time is not that easy, and the consequences too… rolling back might be impossible in this case… as when your own decisions come to impacting others, you should take care how you decide… this time I am faced by two opposites… two separate roads… two different destinations… two contradicting Thoughts… and I am still thinking… and I can’t run away… Someday, I will be facing the choice and bearing the consequences.

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Feather

The wind was so nice… maybe this was the only nice thing with me this day… I was falling… very fast… the wind was carrying me from a place to another… I couldn’t stay in any of these places for a long time… I always felt like a stranger… Even the places and the people treated me as one… because I was only a Feather… they knew I was supposed to fly again soon… or to be precise… to continue the fall… on my way down… People like colored feathers… but I wasn’t one… I was detached from a bird… and they couldn’t feel my absence because I was one of many other colorless feathers… and I meant nothing without them. I wished I could reach the ground soon… the ground which seemed to be very far away… The soft wind held me till I reached it after my very exhausting trip… And I am now resting… motionless… waiting fearlessly for feet to pass over me… to crush me!

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The Island

Boats coming… and boats leaving… carrying lots of people… I didn’t have the chance to talk to any of them although I heard them all… They didn’t know I really existed, but they used to visit me like the waves of the sea… My being means nothing without these visitors… My shores are used to welcome the new faces every day without getting bored… Even my jots of sand feel happy when they see them coming… But with all these visitors, I still feel loneliness, because they always treat me and think about me as The Island… They don’t try to talk to me as they do with each other… they don’t try to know me as I knew each of them… Even fishes, they surround me… visit me… but they also never tried to know me… to talk to me… At the end, boats leave and fishes too… and I am left in the sea with its soft waves caressing my shores.

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Silent Scream

Trying to breath… to catch the running away air and to push it into my lungs… even by force… I was suffocating… trying to ask for help… to call anyone… waving with my hands… no way… they can’t hear me… or maybe they can… but they just ignore me… seems that my presence is of no value any more… I lost it and lost my meaning with it… I feel I am falling and still no one’s here… I lost my voice… I lost the air… and… I lost them, they are far away now… a very long distance is separating them from me, so that they can’t feel my existence and they can’t hear me… they can’t even notice me… I lost the cause I was fighting for… I lost the life I was planning for… I even lost the will of struggling to stay on my feet and… I swallowed the scream… my Silent Scream they couldn’t hear.

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And… I Failed

I used to hate failure and to be driven by my fear of it. Just a little while ago, I discovered that life has different measures for what I considered success, and of course for what I believed was a failure. I’ve been trying to avoid what I thought was a failure and to stay away from whatever leads to it to find myself finally face to face with it… I forgave myself many times and gave it other opportunities to reach the success I was heading with me, but it seemed that it started understanding and using life’s measures and definitions a while before I realized them. I kept trying patiently and persistently, and I stood up after many fall downs and collapses till I concluded this very simple rule… Failure is one of things we all have in common and success is the failure everyone accepts with happiness. And… I Failed.

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2

I keep meeting this number a lot these days… And although it is not a very large one, I feel very weak weighting alternatives… choosing between them… and making my mind. I face daily situations with it… I think the same happens with you too… situations where you have to decide as your second choice will take you far away from your first one, or the opposite… and then choosing successively between the 2 alternatives will draw you the way and lead you through your road… I don’t think it is possible to think about the tree of choices every time we face a situation… I don’t even know how we make our choices… and by time, options become harder, and preferences too… Currently, I don’t know which I should pick… which I should follow, because as usual… there are 2 of them!

"Your life is the sum result of all the choices you make, both consciously and unconsciously. If you can control the process of choosing, you can take control of all aspects of your life. You can find the freedom that comes from being in charge of yourself", Robert F. Bennett

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Ice Cream

Ever imagined how an Ice Cream feels? Each day with a different color… a different taste… in different hands… meeting new people every day… to the extent of not remembering whom it meets! With different shapes… in different containers… Bearing high degrees of heat then being frozen till reaching the final state of being something people like to eat… Accompanying different types of fruits, biscuits, nuts and chocolate… Re-forming itself to fit the size and shape of its container… Being in a cone or a cup is never an issue for it… it just adapts happily without complaining about the circumstances and the strangers it deals with… Sometimes I wish I were one… ending up by either being eaten or molten and… thrown!! Can’t stop thinking about how it feels!

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He Did This for Me!!

“They who are of the opinion that Money will do everything, may very well be suspected to do everything for Money”, George Savile

He lied… he stole… and… he killed… He spent his life fighting to get me… He lost everything… even me. Manipulation was his game… He was never honest… not even with himself… He deceived a lot of people… Injustice was his tool… Wiliness was his style… Greed was his religion… And all this was only to have me… I deceived him in my turn… My value is not real… I am just a piece of paper with many colors… blinding people like him… moving from hand to hand… sometimes useful, sometimes not… but always feeling guilty because He Did This for Me!! Do I really deserve it?!

“Paper money eventually returns to its intrinsic value… zero”, Voltaire

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Victims

I always wonder where is the truth… Lately, I saw the many faces of it, and I feel it’s nothing more but a fictitious reality!! I don’t understand any more… Some of us suffer because of others’ decisions, acts and… rules… They are just reactions to their actions and choices, they are like small toys in their hands, and they have the rights to say… nothing and to do… nothing, they should always be driven, they are just… followers… Escaping will not help them, because they will be ruled by other dictators… deciders of their future… controllers of their lives… by who think they are the best… by who think they are the more mature, wise and powerful… by who tie their hands to steal their freedom… by who hook their rights to drive… by who will deny the responsibility of the consequences when time comes to judge their deeds… When this time comes, you will never know who were the real… Victims.

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History

“A man has only one lifetime, but History can remember you forever”, Jeb Wilkinson

Some people come to life, live and die without doing anything… some without being something… and some become everything… It is by the traces they leave to the world… the traces that will always be remembered… the traces that will make their existence unforgettable. These people can make changes… they can build and destroy… they can gather and separate… and they can fix. These people are the ones who become the History… Many of us did and do great things, but we only remember people who can revolutionize… who can leave their names and lives engraved in the memory of the world with their glory and ruin… You can be your History… just believe you can.

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