366 - 30

 ( Context : What I wrote for turning 20 can be viewed here )

So, I turned 30 today, and I look as young as I looked back when I was 22 [Nice!] It's been ten years and half a day since I wrote about turning 20 on this blog. This decade of mine was the heaviest so far. I've returned home, had a couple of nasty arguments with friends and a couple of love arrangements and breakups ( yeah some of those were nasty too. ) Lost a couple of family member, as well you know how people just straight up die, and lost a couple of friends to this weakness of humans too.

I've failed in a couple of professional edavours, succeeded in a couple as well. I managed to run a small company to the ground with help of two other friends, and I managed to run a small company with a couple of friends and make it big through the years.

I had two main agendas for the past ten years, and I think I have achieved both in the 90% score division.

1. To expect less of others, and in the final form to have zero expections from others and always be ready for being let down.
2. To ignore peoples small mistakes and to make sure others small mistakes won't stop me from being nice to them

Yeah, the first agenda made me lean less on others which kinda sucks, and the second one made me rather vulnerable at some points, but so is life and so it goes on.

To put it all in retrospect, I made some critical mistakes but they all played out for the best, so I really did enjoy my 20s.

Here is to a decade filled with laughter and joy that passed, and to one filled with more laughter and joy that is to come.

Cheers

365 - Far from Anything Good

.... is what this life is.

Yet we eat, sleep, work and commute to reach some made up, idiotic and shallow goals of ours.

We rush to our destinations like arriving a minute late is just gonna shake the earth to its core. We follow targets and meet OKRs like it matters in the grand scheme of things. We talk to people like our lifes change theirs and like theirs changes ours.

۳۶۴ - اوقات خوش آن بود

 با گروهی جمع بودیم و می بود و نشاط می‌رفت و همه خندان بودیم. صحبت از دوستان و زیبارویان و رفقای قدیم و جدید و گذشته و آینده بود و نام‌هایی از پسران به دور می‌گشت. صحبت از بزرگواری شد که چه خوش‌تیپ بوده و آفرین و اینها، و افسوس بسیار خوردیم از اینکه شکم «عرق‌خوری» تیپ و ظاهر زیبای ایشون رو بهم زده. یاد دورانی شباب کردم و خوشحالی‌هاش و چند بیتی که برای من نوشته بود پیش از عزیمت به غربت.

مقام امن و می بی‌غش و رفیق شفیق / گرت مدام میسر شود زهی توفیق

دریغ و درد که تا این زمان ندانستم / که کیمیای سعادت رفیق بود رفیق