Monday, April 28, 2008

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!

Mena Mostafa

Thursday, April 03, 2008

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!

Mena Mostafa

The Voluntary Prison

Image Credit Earlier I was trapped . But now, I chose it, I chose The Voluntary Prison , it became an integral part of me. I can’t leave it ...