To Chose or to be Chosen

There are constants and there are variables. Variables are suppose to change, but they can stay the same for some time too. And that's when you forget they are variables and treat them as your constants, trust them to be your constants,
and then one day, they just change.

When your variables change they are not your variables anymore, they are just variables. And that's when you feel TIME. That's when you discover time. Everything divides into before and after. All you have is milestones of when a variable changed.

It wouldn't have been necessarily a bad thing if you had your constants. Constants are good, can be with you until the end, you can trust to build nations on them. It's just, the thing with constants is, they don't change, and if they don't work for you.... they don't work for you.

theme: Lost's "Life and Death"

P.S. No one's to blame.

new poll

and they are not the same.

Today I raced the sun and I lost it

I'll catch the "sunset at pol" tomorrow.

decide not to go on,

as the seasons change.

توجيه نامه

آخ که من چقدر خوشم مياد از اين جمله ی "همه چيزمون به همه چيزمون مياد". والا به خدا، مياد خب!!!!

پ.ن. اين بلاگ کمی تا قسمتی داره خاک ميگيره. جهنم اينم ميندازيم گردن توييتر

"sea"gulls

- How far you think a seagull is gotta get inland before it's just a gull?
- It's still a seagull. I don't think it just stops being a seagull because it's not near the water anymore.
- You don't think a place changes you? Think you might be wrong about that.

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I'm learning every day.

پنجشنبه

يک ماه و نيم پيش، چند روز قبل از انتخابات، تو ترافيک 5 ساعته ی حکيم، پوستر و پارچه ی سبز بود که بين ماشينا رد و بدل می شد. همه مي خنديدند.
ديروز، تو ترافيک 2 ساعته ی حکيم، تو يه سکوت نيم ساعته دستها از ماشينا بيرون بود. علامت وی.
عالی بود.
و بعد صدای بوق کر کننده ی ماشين ها. هيچکس نمي خنديد.
پليس کنار اتوبان پلاک ماشينا رو مي نوشت. مردم کنار اتوبان دست تکون مي دادن.

ديدم که حتی اگه الله اکبر نگن و تظاهرات نرن، کافيه يکی دستشو بياره بالا
تا کلی دست بياد بالا