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2 inches away from Death

 ..and it was not fun. It was just not my time. But something made sure I realize that. For some reason I cross the road looking towards one direction, ignoring the other - which usually almost never happens, music in my ears, thoughts in my head, and WHOOSH! a Truck goes by really fast, its wind brushes my face 2-3 inches away from me. And I just keep walking as if nothing happened. In bed at night, it all comes to me. Lying there sleepless staring at the ceiling for hours, not sure what to think. Till now I'm not sure what to think. Is it just not my time to go yet? No matter how much you might feel in control, there are moments that humble you in life, a slap of reality, reducing you to who you really are: a mere creature of many, a biological life form that is able to ask questions and pass on knowledge. A creature that is capable while extremely incapable. The oxymoron of human existence has filled books throughout the brief recorded history, without any concrete answers to th

The Comedy of it all..

 The word "Comedy" has had different definitions throughout different periods of history, whether during the Renaissance, or in the age of Tik-Tok that we're experiencing right now. Then comes Life, and people start going through what they would call "tragedies", then people go through periods of desperation, internal conflicts, which then cause a " knot " in their system. A lot of those " knots " are formed during the early days of their development, whether physically, mentally or emotionally. The problem is that people mostly - without proper guidance and mentorship - end up living by the rules dictated to them by those knots. Its just like an athlete quitting his career because he has a muscle spasm that's affecting his motion, whenever he moves he gets pain. What makes sense to do is to fix that spasm, and carry on, not let the spasm define how his career will move. Same thing happens with emotional or mental traumas. You usually see

The Post before 40

Someone has advised me recently to go back to writing, so here it is. The changes that took place on yours truly on the recent years, have basically made me less poetic, with less patience for digging into the literature of everything and everyone passing through the story of my life. Some of the gained abilities - while surely walking towards 40 - actually cancel out many of the 20s and early 30s assured wisdoms that I thought I have gained. The only thing I haven't lost I think is the ability to express in clear words how things are, or how I feel. I also haven't lost the ability to avoid confrontation, but I think I have had better successes recently than before. The only thing that stays as stable as Time itself, is the fact that I am my only best friend, no matter how many people surround me, no matter how much I feel for / or against them, no one gains access, no one can predict what I'm able to do, and very few people are able to read me. The more the deeds that defy

Tough Life

It is not a walk in the park this life. Life is tough and you learn daily lessons. Acceptance of the events is one thing, which is the common practice that most people who actually accept do. I'm not talking about a syringe in my arm kind of acceptance, but those who survive difficult situations in general. So that's just one dimension of the story. Accepting the event itself is one thing, but accepting the engine that generates that event, and keeping the faith at the same time, is the most difficult part. See, that engine produces lots of good things, and produces a mass of bad things that could come your way any time of day. There are things that you see coming, due to karma or whatever, but that's a separate discussion altogether. And then there are things that happen due to other reasons, one of those reasons could be that people are generally corrupt on the mass production belt, so you have to choose who to trust really carefully, and that is just a fact so

Here we go..

Six years later, here I am. Am I the same person? Not really. Have some upgrades of some parts of me, and then downgrades in others, if you wanna call them downgrades anyway. Overall I cannot complain, yet the thing I miss the most is inspiration, in the realm of creativity and the universe of artistic romantic simplicity. An artist is as good as his source of inspiration, and practice, and I don't have both; so a huge 6-year gap has occurred between myself and my "artistic" side, that left a huge volume of vacuum somewhere inside my creation. When vacuum starts leaking, there is a huge implosion that takes place, but the implosion is not what I should worry about; it is rather why the Goddamn leak happened in the first place, or rather a puncture, an accident that you cannot have controlled no matter what you did. On the professional level.. well, this is not a professional blog so no, not gonna discuss the professional advancements in here. Brain-wise, ye

Been a Long time!

and I kept on reading who I was, which reminds me of who I really am. Definitely I've changed in great ways, but the backbone is still the same I presume. Still analytical, observant, and a smart ass who has his comments on almost every aspect of life. I can't seem to count the number of theories that I come up with on daily basis, and I seem to forget most of them, and some of them are even born on conversations. Wow! It is good that I remembered ever having a blog in the first place. God has been good to me, all thanks to Him! Being a happy husband and a father soon enough inshaAllah is proving to be quite a stereotype-breaker at my delight. Oh yes I LOVE breaking stereo-types, but this sure has it's negative side. Having a torch in a village that got used to darkness is for sure gonna turn some eyes upon you, some in curiosity, some smile happily for the light that you might be utilizing for your own good, and others might look in envy, for they have tried and tried to o

Silence..

The end of something, marking the beginning of something else. Life's struggles never end, a face that we generally try to avoid, but it has always been this way. Yet there are struggles, and there are other struggles. Dare I classify them? That would be from a personal point of view of course. There are struggles that are carried out in the outside world that require more of physical energy than any other, struggles that you go through with some movement of the different parts of the body, be them moving your vocal chords and aligning them with a compromised, balanced, and ethical flow of electricity flowing through the Grey being of the little organ utilizing the volume of the skull. Then there are struggles that go through that Grey organ as well; ones that have to deal with different chemical reactions inside the body as well, together with a form of alignment between the heart, the body, and the soul, aiming to reach a balance that sets the whole complexion of a human being at