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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