Can this plan be changed? Or do we have to go back the entire 90-year path and forget everything? At what level of abstraction can we define the right? At what level of abstraction can we define the soil? What is worth dying for? Is there anything in the world that is worth dying for? On the other hand, is there anything in the world worth living for?
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The writing of Touraj Saberivand about school and his experiences with bullying reminded me of those days too. My mood was affected by those three-person desks. For a long time, I wished that something would happen to the person sitting in the middle, so my friend and I could sit together as a pair. And, of course, my wish came true and they were absent from the first third of the semester. I hate every moment of the bullying I experienced at Ibn-Sina Elementary School. I despise the teacher who hit me in the first-grade classroom. His fingerprints were on my face for a week. Many years have passed, but his face never leaves my mind.
Roman Gray ended his life with a gunshot on December 2, 1980, a year after his wife’s death in 1979. In a note he left behind, he wrote, “It was really good; thank you and goodbye.” If it were me, instead of “goodbye,” I would say something else. For example, “It was really good. Thank you and f**c you all motherf**cers.”
When I was in first grade of middle school, I bought my first MP3 player. Its 128 MB memory only allowed me to listen to music for a maximum of one hour, but it was enough to get me through the daily school commotion. One day, during a literature class, the teacher (if I’m not mistaken) appeared in front of me after calling my name several times without me hearing her. I took off my headphones quietly. Although I wasn’t facing a mortal threat with my good grades, her perplexed gaze was intolerable. Apparently, he asked everyone what they wanted to be in the future. Each gave an answer; of course, they all had one common characteristic, being a member of the array of doctor, engineer, or pilot. When he asked me what I wanted to be, I replied, “I don’t know.” he said, “You’re in the worst possible situation among these kids.” I still don’t know what I want to be, but I don’t think any of those kids have become doctors, pilots, or engineers.
PS: Recently, I saw a friend from that time who recognized some of the kids from back then and told me about their not-so-good fate, which prompted me to reminisce and write this piece.
When I arrived at the office this morning and sat at my desk, I was shocked. My cactus, Victor, had withered and fallen. I don’t know if it was due to too much or too little water, or the strange weather, but whatever the reason, it caused one of the best gifts I had received from a dear friend to leave our office and stay on an empty desk. I’m distraught. I blame myself somewhat. Victor, please forgive me for not taking care of you. You will always be remembered.
The profession of web design has become very similar to that of a taxi driver. Just as anyone who becomes unemployed takes a personal car and enters the taxi market, they achieve more profit with less effort. Similarly, anyone who has learned to install CMS and may even have some coding skills, can enter the web design market and, without any interest or desire to make a contribution to the advancement of the field, deal a blow to professional designers in order to earn small profits. We must think of a solution to this problem before it becomes too late.
Soon, the year 2013 will end and we will arrive in 2014. To summarize, the most significant events for me this year were making new friends, attending the startup weekend event, starting new projects, and moving to a new office. Overall, 2013 was better compared to previous years, with fewer conflicts and distractions and a decrease in my excessive desire for solitude. I have many plans for the coming year, and while there will always be limitations and slogans, I remember “The Shawshank Redemption” in times like these. Sometimes we need to crawl through 500 yards of foul-smelling sewer to attain freedom.
The most fundamental decision I have for the new year is to distance myself from unreliable people. The biggest mental pressure I endured this year was caused by giving opportunities to and smiling at such individuals. For this reason, a significant portion of my #backpack for 2014 is filled with my experiences of dealing with humans. I believe this is progress for someone who has spent a lot of time alone. The environmental conditions and my introverted personality have caused me to miss many opportunities, but the good thing is that it has allowed me to always be a dreamer since childhood. Of course, like in the past, these dreams are not baseless or pointless. In the new year, my first priority is to stabilize my work situation and complete projects that have been stagnant for a long time. I will try to look at the world with a better and more positive outlook, laugh more, and spend more time with my friends.
I wish success to those who are waiting for their entrance exam results in a few days, but I want to share my experience as a university student with you. The university itself and being accepted or studying there don’t lead to progress and success. What leads to this result is the opportunity to get to know different people and new ideas that come up at the university. It’s not like all the people in a class are different; in each class, there may be a maximum of two people. Don’t just follow these exceptional people, but also spend time with average people. They are the same as you, coming from 57 Peckham or taking a sandwich or going to a supermarket or a sandwich shop.
In addition, you should know that what you learn in university is only one percent of what you need as a business person. So don’t rely only on a university education, but rather, go to what you are interested in and study it.
Don’t forget that “success” generally means for lucky people starting from saying “no” to opportunities, and for unlucky people creating an opportunity for saying “yes.”
I pay for the mistakes that I didn’t make, for the generations of mistakes that were not mine. I pay for the generations of foolishness that were not my doing. The reality is that even though I didn’t contribute to the compulsory destiny that has been established, I still have to work ten times harder and think a hundred times more to escape it. The saddening issue is that I still have to bear the consequences of a life that was not under my control. Now, I don’t have another opportunity to live a life that was truly mine. According to a friend, we are bound to pay for the mistakes of others and there’s no escape from
Not only within the country but also among generations abroad, we are all undergoing a revolution that is not avoidable. Do you see the elders who know a lot, who are very experienced? But since they know that they will soon die, they keep quiet. In fact, most people have a lot of information when they are old, whether from science or experience, but they know that they will soon die and do not bring comfort to others.
Our generation is a generation of young people who have been able to learn without having experiences and, because they will not die soon, they remain stuck between their knowledge, information, and experience, a common concern among the people of this generation, the fear of losing their achievements.
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