أحرف رمـادية
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بأمانة واحد من أفضل الكُتب التي قرأتها، جاء في وقت كنت أحتاج له بشدة، اجاب عن أسئلة كثيرة كانت تجول في خاطري، أنصح بقراءته وخصوصا من بعد الصفحة المائة، لان الكتاب يُقرأ أجزاءً ويقرأ ككل.
Karl Marx, a visionary, figured out that you can control a slave much better by convincing him he is an employee.
كرة القدم مضحكة. تسمع رجلاً بلا طعام في منزله يقول: "اشترينا اللاعب الفلاني مقابل 70 مليون دولار ."
The measure of wealth is freedom.
The measure of health is lightness.
The measure of intellect is judgment.
The measure of wisdom is silence.
The measure of love is peace.
The measure of health is lightness.
The measure of intellect is judgment.
The measure of wisdom is silence.
The measure of love is peace.
أحرف رمـادية
25 عام من الشموخ، عيد ميلاد سعيد لي.
26 years and I’m already tired!
As if I was born during the Big Bang,
and that’s because my goal was—and still is—to live intensively,
to be extremist, a radical person who goes beyond limits,
who lives on the edges.
I don’t stand safe zones, gray areas, middle places.
I go first. I stand on the stage. I stay in the front.
I was born before the sunrise,
on a Saturday at 5 AM,
so I’m impatient, I’m cursed, I don’t wait—I conquer,
even death.
I’m certain that someday I’m going to approach it myself.
I make my own destiny.
I am the AUTHOR of my life.
Yet, I feel like I’ve lived enough.
I’m done with life.
It’s just too much burden now—
because I do it intensively.
I seize every moment of existence
as if I’m dying the next day.
The concept of “it could be the last time” stares at me wherever I look.
Therefore, I find myself doing things excessively,
as if it really is the last time.
When I love, I do it with all my heart, fully.
I don’t hate—I forget.
I don’t feel sad, mad, or bad—
I feel emptiness,
nothing,
just not in the mood.
If happy, I enjoy it with every cell of my body.
When making love, I do it with all my senses, heart, soul, and mind.
I don’t hold back even a single drop of sweat.
I treat my heart as a spoiled child,
where the only rule is: no rule at all.
Whatever, whichever I feel—I do it.
I act on it.
Luckily, my genes never build addiction.
I’ve never been addicted to anything in my life—
no alcohol, no drugs.
It’s just that my heart loves girls and gunpowder.
And that’s why nobody—including me—was ever able to handle my lifestyle.
During my last breakup she said,
“You have too much energy,”
followed by a deep sigh.
And that’s completely understandable.
Yet, I have no regrets.
Only experiences.
Since my childhood, I loved playing with fire.
I’m a high-testosterone man.
I have a close, intimate relationship with danger.
I just see opportunities
and feel pure joy
when others see risks.
That’s why my life is a series of
“Fuck, we only live once”
moments before making crazy decisions.
And that’s a curse no magic can unbind.
However, I believe I’m the luckiest man alive.
I feel I could walk on water
and my luck won’t let me down.
My secret is that to me,
Luck has feminine energy.
It serves you when you lead wildly.
Finally, I want to talk about my passion,
my therapy—and that is knowledge.
I’m literally obsessed with it.
I just believe that daily development is perfection.
Learning. Reading.
And this year I discovered a hidden superpower:
YouTube videos and podcasts.
I walk for hours listening to them.
I learn with no preference—
philosophy, culture, psychology, poetry, physics, law, biology—whatever.
Yet, the more I learn,
the less I know.
Sometimes I end up feeling meaningless,
frustrated.
Anyway, my wish is none.
I do have goals—
but I am happy and flexible.
Life is not worth making contracts with ourselves
and postponing happiness until some unknown time in the future,
under some perfect condition.
No. I am now—just for now—stoic.
I just feel peace and acceptance.
As if I was born during the Big Bang,
and that’s because my goal was—and still is—to live intensively,
to be extremist, a radical person who goes beyond limits,
who lives on the edges.
I don’t stand safe zones, gray areas, middle places.
I go first. I stand on the stage. I stay in the front.
I was born before the sunrise,
on a Saturday at 5 AM,
so I’m impatient, I’m cursed, I don’t wait—I conquer,
even death.
I’m certain that someday I’m going to approach it myself.
I make my own destiny.
I am the AUTHOR of my life.
Yet, I feel like I’ve lived enough.
I’m done with life.
It’s just too much burden now—
because I do it intensively.
I seize every moment of existence
as if I’m dying the next day.
The concept of “it could be the last time” stares at me wherever I look.
Therefore, I find myself doing things excessively,
as if it really is the last time.
When I love, I do it with all my heart, fully.
I don’t hate—I forget.
I don’t feel sad, mad, or bad—
I feel emptiness,
nothing,
just not in the mood.
If happy, I enjoy it with every cell of my body.
When making love, I do it with all my senses, heart, soul, and mind.
I don’t hold back even a single drop of sweat.
I treat my heart as a spoiled child,
where the only rule is: no rule at all.
Whatever, whichever I feel—I do it.
I act on it.
Luckily, my genes never build addiction.
I’ve never been addicted to anything in my life—
no alcohol, no drugs.
It’s just that my heart loves girls and gunpowder.
And that’s why nobody—including me—was ever able to handle my lifestyle.
During my last breakup she said,
“You have too much energy,”
followed by a deep sigh.
And that’s completely understandable.
Yet, I have no regrets.
Only experiences.
Since my childhood, I loved playing with fire.
I’m a high-testosterone man.
I have a close, intimate relationship with danger.
I just see opportunities
and feel pure joy
when others see risks.
That’s why my life is a series of
“Fuck, we only live once”
moments before making crazy decisions.
And that’s a curse no magic can unbind.
However, I believe I’m the luckiest man alive.
I feel I could walk on water
and my luck won’t let me down.
My secret is that to me,
Luck has feminine energy.
It serves you when you lead wildly.
Finally, I want to talk about my passion,
my therapy—and that is knowledge.
I’m literally obsessed with it.
I just believe that daily development is perfection.
Learning. Reading.
And this year I discovered a hidden superpower:
YouTube videos and podcasts.
I walk for hours listening to them.
I learn with no preference—
philosophy, culture, psychology, poetry, physics, law, biology—whatever.
Yet, the more I learn,
the less I know.
Sometimes I end up feeling meaningless,
frustrated.
Anyway, my wish is none.
I do have goals—
but I am happy and flexible.
Life is not worth making contracts with ourselves
and postponing happiness until some unknown time in the future,
under some perfect condition.
No. I am now—just for now—stoic.
I just feel peace and acceptance.
"No success in the professional realm can compensate for failure in the home." - A wise friend.
خمس دول انهارت في منطقتنا، ومع ذلك لم تتأثر أسعار الطاقة أو يتضرر الاقتصاد العالمي، انهارت هذه الدول دون أن يشعر العالم أنه خسر شيئا، ولكن حين تعرضت دولة واحدة - أوكرانيا - لخطر الانهيار تأثرت أسعار المواد الغذائية بشدة في كل مكان، هذا ما يحدث حين تكون مجرد هامش للحضارة المعاصرة.