Illusion

Getting blind by an illusion is easier than I thought. A very simple example of an illusion is love. But thats not mine, At least not anymore. Novels and stories were once my life; Some how it still is. I lost touch with reality! What is real and what's not real. An illusion that I can understand how people think, the stream of consciousness. I thought every novel, every story, would give me a hint about mind; and after years I would be able to understand how people think. But lets face it. Its a lost cause. I thought my writing would show the reader my mind, my thoughts, but no one can understand how I think, Not even myself. This is the day which changed my path. The material has become the immaterial.

Good luck!...

p.s: But a novel is not just about understanding the mind, it talks about much more. So Read Please! Read more! :)

Dream

Have you ever had a dream that was so real? and you can still remember most of it, even some very small details, after a few years! Of course you have. I don't know how does it work, but from the very first day I came here I started to dream every single night. But the most interesting part is the effect that these dreams on me. I've been influenced by them. More than I can understand.

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"These are desperate times! Desperate measures are called for."

Confession

ok I admit, I changed a lot! But that doesn't mean I'm a human. Perhaps I became a tree. Should I call it evolution? Was this change acquired by natural selection? Is tree the fittest in these dark times?

Wolf-Question

گاهی فکر می کنم آیا واقعا تغییر کردم؟ چه فرقی با یک سال پیش دارم؟ آیا هنوز می توانم خودم را گرگ بنامم و ادعا کنم که از خانواده ام مانند یک گرگ حمایت می کنم؟ آیا تبدیل به بره ای ساده شدم؟ یا هنوز خوی گرگ گونه ام را دارم! واقعا نمی دانم. دیگر نیازی به گرگ بودن نیست، اما هنوز هم از آدم بودن وحشت دارم!

:((

...!با اجازه

Sometimes I wonder, did I really changed? How am I different from who I was last year? Do I still consider myself as a wolf, who will kill or die for his pack? Or am I just a small lamb? Or do I still have my Wolf instincts! I really don't know. I really don't need to be a wolf anymore, but I'm afraid to become a human.

:((

Good luck!...

P.S: Beside this depressing post, Tell me what does these lines mean to you?

"The percentage of us tow the line

The rest of us out of reach
Everybody party time
Some of us will never sleep again "

Explanation

It has been quite a long time that I've been searching for my meaning in life. There wasn't any success at all. I went through all the ideas that I know, but none had the answer. None of them was good enough to live with. None could make me love life. As I became a bit frustrated, I can't help not to wonder can you love life at all? Do YOU love life? If so, what about it is so freaking lovely? The surprise? Or the harmony? Or maybe you are blind by love!

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It's a Dream within a Dream(Inspired by Inception)

If the only way that one's understand he/she is dreaming, is to remember how did he/she gets there; then how do we understand we are not dreaming right now. It does not matter how extraordinary our memory is, we still can't remember how did we come to be. There are photos or other evidences but they can be made by our subconscious to convince us this is real. But in the end does it make a difference? Does it matter that we live in a dream and we might woke up someday? Does it matter that what ever we do in here is not going to affect us? If thats true, who is the real you? Again Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Why do you live? Please tell me!

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Love

مسخره است اگر من از عشق سخن بگم. نه به دلیل اینکه عاشق نیستم، نه به دلیل اینکه بهش باور ندارم. فقط و فقط به خاطر اینکه من جز سیب سبزم چیز دیگری ندارم. پس باید عاشق آن باشم اما چه طور می شود عاشق چیزی بود که هزاران هزار از آن وجود دارد؟ حتی می توانم بگویم که عشق من محدود به سیب سبز نیست، من تمام سیب ها را عاشقانه دوست دارم. همه سیب ها زیبا هستند. پس اگر عشق یگانه است که من عاشق نیستم و عشق غیر قابل دسترسی خواهد بود. اما اگر عشق می تواند زیاد باشد و به یک نفر ختم نشود پس من هر روز عشق را تجربه می کنم. چون با هر سیبی که می بینم یک بار به معراجش می روم و باز می گردم. و چه ناپاک است این عشق من. به راستی که به این درخت پیر نمی شود اعتماد کرد

...با اجازه

It is wrong if I talk about Love. it's not because I'm not in Love, or that I don't believe in it. It's simply due to the fact that I don't have anything other than Green Apples. So I have to be in love with it. But how can I be in love with something that I have a lot. And it's not just the Green Apple, I love all kind of Apples, all of them are beautiful. So if love can only have one subject, then I'm not a lover and I can never be. But if love can be shared between many subjects, then I fall in love every hour of everyday. Because I will make love to each and every Apple. This love is so sinful. And truly this old tree cannot be trusted!

Good luck...