I feel old, I didn't get sick or I didn't have a big problem that I cann't cope with. But I feel like, my soul has crawled forward for years. I was 23 years old until last year, last year I turned 33 years old on my birthday. It's almost 20 days before that, I don't know why I feel 43 years old this year. It seems that every year, instead of one year, 10 years pass for me. I feel like my soul and body are overtaking each other to age. I will deduct this year from my birth year to see how old I really am, and how long this reduction will take, my account has been weakened. I find a number in vain.
Until last year, I said I was 24 years old, Then I laughed and said I am getting older, right ?! The other side said to me, no, your age could not be higher than this. From my birthday last year, I become a fish every day, I go to the bottom of the sea, my fins catch coral rocks. My fins are injured. Blood flows from my wounded fins into the reddened water, then I take my head out of the water, it is the next morning, I take my head out of the window, I breathe fresh and I want to licking my wounds to heal them. My wounds make my soul bigger.
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When I look out the window, I see children coming out of school, as if thousands of fish have hatched in my heart. They are so cute, I don't like to imagine a day when these kids also experience growing up and crawling like a fish to the coral reefs.
Life is more surreal than one can imagine. Events and the direction of life move you in such a way that you can't understand what is happening to you. What is the guilt of these children, they are softer than if their wings were injured by a collision with coral stones. They are loved by their fathers and mothers, their parents aren't tolerant, a thorn in the side of their child, so why should life with their loved ones be like that. How can I be satisfied, bring a child to know, one day he is going to fight for his life among these corals. No, I can't do that with my child.
Things happen so suddenly that they take away the opportunity to react correctly and sensibly. The things I was afraid of, how much they were moving towards me and getting closer to me. Why life sometimes stumbles with me. When I am struggling between coral rocks, it stands in a corner and is laughing at me ... why ?! I want to say give me up, leave me alone , but I don't want life to give me up, after all, I still love it, despite all its ugliness, I love it and I cling to it.
I am the same fish that goes to the bottom of the sea every day, its fins are injured by coral rocks, but it still holds the sea tightly.
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It's beautiful