Month: July 2007

Today I woke up with a sense of excitement. I had a plan for the day, and it involved spending some quality time with my computer, learning new things and creating something that has never existed before. That’s what programming is to me, a never-ending journey of discovery and creation.

I started my day with a cup of coffee and sat down at my desk, ready to tackle whatever challenges the day may bring. I opened up my code editor and started working on a project I had been thinking about for a while now. I was determined to see it through and make it a success.

As I delved deeper into the project, I realized how much I still had to learn. I was constantly encountering new problems and obstacles, but that only made me more determined to find solutions. I was learning new things about programming with every line of code I wrote, and that was what made it all so exciting.

As the day progressed, I took breaks to stretch my legs, grab a snack and catch up with friends. But I couldn’t wait to get back to my computer and dive back into the world of programming. It’s a world that never fails to fascinate me, and I was grateful to be a part of it.

In the evening, I went for a walk, reflecting on the day’s achievements and pondering what I wanted to work on next. I came back to my desk feeling reinvigorated and ready to tackle whatever the future holds.

Being a programmer has its ups and downs, but one thing’s for sure, it’s never dull. Every day is a new adventure.

The creation in the ocean was drowned at night. The night was so dark on the world that it was said that it would never rise again; it was said that it had sat there since eternity; it was neither yesterday nor will it be tomorrow, and I- like a ghost who wanders aimlessly in the silent nights of quiet towns, in dreamy deserts, mournful cemeteries, contaminated and polluted cities, haunted ruins, everywhere- lived my life. The dream was dizzy, confusing, and unrealistic. Everything was covered in the veil of legend, but the veil was black; the legend was dark… I cannot describe it; everything was night; no, everything was night. And I was moving in the night. I knew the words of the days and spoke them. Other ghosts, with beautiful songs in celebration of the day, came out of their hiding places and from the depth of the night, looked towards me and, with the gaze that conveys sadness and curiosity, captivated me, and to hear better, circled around me, tightly, and brought their heads close to my chest, shoulder, and arms, and I, with the saddest of songs, in admiration of the sun, in praise of light, sang for them and they, like curious children, did not believe in the legend…