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the last stop..

Journal Entry: Sun May 20, 2012, 8:20 AM
I am sitting here, waiting for my last stop… watching my memories accelerating before my eyes, like watching the world from a moving train… trees…  cities and crowds… mountains and meadows…. ruins and barren lands. They all keep coming one after another…. nothing seems in common between any of them except the beholder, I am the only thing connecting all these odds together…. As if all this time I was a spectator to my own life, I was sitting in that corner all the time watching… just like watching the world from a train…. And after all, I think I've enjoyed watching… this is what I was made for…

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Burning Train by aengysTrain... by monikhaVa todo tan rapido by Elsilencio
Train of Life II by vulezvrkhaydarpasa train station 4 by erdincaltun2Uncertainty train by indieway
Via libre by ElsilencioHeading Nowhere by ZemniStrained by disies
Train Station, 8.55 A.M. by dibutadegetaway train by KalbiCamdanTrain by Maitresse89
train by bagninoGhost Train by intaomystery train... by reddog54
train 04 by Hengki24.the railway. by cisyaIR Train by Hengki24

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you feel like you're falling
through the cracks in the world
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_PRRh…

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dreams never die...

Journal Entry: Fri Jul 1, 2011, 1:35 PM
I have always been haunted by this illusion that everything we dream of in our life, even if it never came true, it stays there forever at that moment in time when we have dreamed, trapped in the time continuum in some kind of ethereal world or dimension, we just leave it behind us and go forward on our way. I imagine it as a beam of light breaking the darkness of a long corridor, then you look at the corridor from the other side and see so many dust particles shining and floating within this beam like they are trapped inside... the corridor is life, the beam is our way in life and the dust particles are the dreams we leave behind... they mark the tracks where we have walked…..

I cannot imagine that dreams are just brain chemistry, just biological data stored in our brains on some complex protein molecule, they just lie there inside this brain cell, and vanish the moment this cell dies….. dreams, these mysterious and beautiful entities that feel for a while like a living creature within our souls, they cannot be such a plain material fact, we ourselves we cannot be just a group of cells that live a biological cycle according to a predetermined genetic material, then just “go”….. Life cannot be so meaningless and aimless, just a transient existence of a biological entity in the time-space continuum that just come to an end regardless of what took place, regardless of what this person did in his/her lifetime… if it was like that, then there is no point from anything we do except temporary enjoyment…. Life then would be so ugly and unbearable….

There must be a meaning for everything that happen to us and everything we do…. The universe around us speak for itself with its spectacular equilibrium and engineering, our existence can’t be as well a random coincidence…

Dreams must be there waiting for us, forever….. We live them again and again in our life time when we day dream, then we die, and carry with us all our thoughts, emotions and memories… all the dreams, all the moments of joy and all the sad ones… all our choices that marked our way in life….. All these things displayed like a motion picture along that part of the time-space continuum that we were in….. Just staying there as single consecutive frames, for eternity… marking the sparkle of our existence in the grand life of this universe…. And dreams mark the most ethereal part of this motion picture and the closest to our hearts and deepest within our souls, they embrace our hopes and flourish with our joyful moments…. They are a part of who we are… they are the dust that fall off our souls along the way…. Like the cosmic dust, that gives birth to galaxies and stars… and keep glowing like it will never end…..
Here are some wonderful art pieces that bring this illusion back to me.

Dream about falling down by bucz Little Hopefuls by artistwilder Chasing the sun by YagaK
Everything's Possible by karfozy gelip gecenler by emekuc:thumb158876155:
In Dreams by lydyzze Her broken dreams by Katarinka Transience of life by YagaK
Midnight sun ..... by jonjacobsen:thumb146128049:
lights will guide you home by Piarvi-Recherreen c o n e by P0RG 'isla de pascua' by luisbeltran
Folded Dreams by P0RG treesII by uzengia
Synaptic junctions by wchild The Aesthetics of Smoke III by Capt-Ahab Through her eyes by truth--hurts



I will share with you one of my songs that suit this mood in a away, a part of its lyrics is also inspired by this illusion of mine, so here you are www.youtube.com/watch?v=RyVCjc…

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my fourth DD!! :)

Journal Entry: Thu May 12, 2011, 2:51 AM
i really never expected to get another one so soon, specially that i have not been so active lately....so thanks DA and many thanks to :icongraphitecolours: for suggesting it..... one more thing, its really a great feeling to see your work hanging in this little strip down the page and get all these comments and favs, i wish i get a DD every day :D :party:



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a lifetime under a dictator regime..

Journal Entry: Wed Apr 27, 2011, 5:03 PM
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Friday 28/01/2011, my home in Alexandria, I looked from my balcony to see a crowd of people, less than a kilometer away, they kept marching closer and growing bigger, I started to hear their voice from a distance… as they came closer I started to hear what they were saying…. they were calling for freedom…. Their voice started to be so loud, like nothing I ever heard, it echoed deep inside me, really deep….. It awakened a part of me that I never knew, or maybe I have forgotten about, some feeling that I have never experienced before…. I felt my heart beating strong… their voice was like a call for my soul….I felt something inside me that wanted to jump directly into the crowed and melt with them…… my mum begged me to stay, I told her that I have to go, I have no choice…… she said, ok, but don’t take your cam, I told her I will hide it well, I kissed her, grabbed my bag and rushed down the stairs, not knowing where am I going…. Not knowing what might happen…..

Mid-August 1987, sweet long summer days, playful moods, unlimited trust in the world..... My dad said we are going to the beach…. on our way, it was so crowded, there were so many policemen and soldiers lined on the road…. Things were messy… my dad cursed “the hell with this man” ….. I looked around to see which man he means, but found no one to suspect…. I asked him, what are all these policemen, he answered “the president will pass” …. I thought “wow, what an important event”   and thought how great it would be to be able to see him…. I stood on my knees on the front seat beside my dad, looking right and left to the infinite lines of soldiers on the sides of the road, and the crowed behind them…..  Some waved to us to hurry, before they close the road…..  Many hours passed, the day was near to end, we were on our way back…..the soldiers were still there in their places, but this time they were standing hand in hand, so that no one can pass…. I asked my dad why are they still here, he said they are still waiting for the president….. I paused for a moment and said “why don’t Mr. president just say when will he pass exactly?” he said “because he is the president!” ……..

September 1988, after settling once again in Egypt, as I have spent a deal of my early childhood abroad due to my parents work, joining the Egyptian education was a traumatic experience for me as a child, despite being admitted to a private school, all I can remember are flash backs of a dull humid crowded classroom, 60 students or so, loud noises, two students fighting and me shrinking in my fraying desk…. wishing this was just a bad dream….. few years passed, the flash backs I get are of a small sandy and ugly playground, students running everywhere, chasing each other randomly with no certain goal except letting the energy inside them come out…… I remember a small dull music room in the basement with few crappy instruments that are barely used and barely work, this old piano and that old man who taught my class one year…. He always seemed so sad, I felt so much pity for him, I don’t recall him ever smiling or saying much, or ever seeing his beard shaved, he always had this shabby look, but he did his job from the heart, he believed in what he was doing…. I could see in his eyes a kind person and an artist…. With lots of misfortune….. he taught us an old song about Egypt, a very sweet one, I can still sing it till this day, I can still remember the warm sound of his piano playing harmonizing with the choir of us the children…. The echoes can still ring in my ears…. Although it was just one music lesson a week, just 45 minutes, I always waited for it, and it got better every time when we started to learn the song well….. but…. Before the year ended, they told us the man is very sick and he is not coming back soon, I guess he died later…… and I never went to the music room again………

A life time of frustration and disappointment, no place for dreams to become true….. you are not what you can do, you won’t be what you ought to be or deserve, but you just get what is available for you to get, you don’t decide but rather you get crushed by the system….. no matter what potentials you have it won’t make a difference, no one would care for it, and even those who care cannot do much, and even if they try to do they won’t find the enough or proper tools and if they found they will find a thousand obstacles…..

Generations that were not taught how to enjoy life, how to see the beauty of the world around and appreciate it, a nation degraded from morality and self-respect. Most people struggled desperately for their primary needs, food and shelter, living under constant stress… how can these people be expected to find other meanings in life and other reasons for living than their own survival… time by time art and all sorts of things that address our human soul receded from people’s minds as they receded from schools and every other aspect of life…. Life was so dull and colorless like those ugly dull buildings condensed in the streets of Cairo, covered by layers of smog, the same buildings that they live in…. Innocence was lost…. And for many who tried to find a meaning for their lives, since they had no hope for this life, they had no way but to hope for the other one …. It is living to die… and religion was the only exile… that’s why extremism found its way among these hopeless crowds.

But, despite how I hated the situation and how I hated even stepping out of my home and felt alienated in this society, I never blamed the people, never…. People are all the same everywhere, same souls, same dreams, same needs for a good life, hope, a future for their children….. But when you deal with people as if they are not human beings, they simply lose their humanity…

I was one of the many Egyptian young people who lost hope and stopped believing that dreams can come true, I was one of those people who did not care, I even stopped watching T.V or reading newspapers, on the 28th of January I saw a protest passing under my home and heard the thundering voices of the protesters calling for freedom, it awakened something inside me, something that I have lost a long time ago….. Since that day, the day that I saw my people smiling to each other for the first time in my life (I mean it literally), the day when I felt that I belong to this land, the first time I feel that I am one of them… when we all felt that we owned the streets…. I rediscovered my country and my people and for the first time of my life I was proud to be an Egyptian, for the first time in my life I felt free and knew how wonderful this feeling is.

Egyptian people have amazed me like they have amazed the world, seeing their coherence and sympathy in these protests that went non stopping for 18 days, earning their freedom and breaking the iron fist of this regime peacefully, maintaining their stability for 18 days without any police, any supervision or any authority, a condition that can literally mean absolute chaos, but on the contrary, the society strengthened its binding forces…. And we won the battle! All this happened despite all the harsh conditions that people have been living through the last decades… I have no explanation for this except our legacy and cultural heritage, this civilized behavior that have been passed over from one generation to another and showed itself all of a sudden….. This image of Egypt, the dawn of human civilization that we all carry in our hearts despite the bitter present that we live in, yet we deal with this present like a nightmare that will soon be over and we get back the real Egypt, the Egypt that we have always loved and felt proud of, the one that me myself have always felt to belong to…. this legacy is the torch that lit those dark times…..



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My first artistic thoughts of the revolution

Journal Entry: Wed Feb 23, 2011, 6:26 PM
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As most of you know, Egypt have gone through a lot of dramatic events recently, which have had a great impact on me and many other Egyptians... the impact I am talking about has nothing to do with economy or politics, its rather a great emotional and ideological impact.... I promised you in my last journal to share my experiences of living in Egypt before and during the revolution, and I am still working on it.... I am just trying to make a collective glance over my whole lifetime experience of living in Egypt and present it to you as one big picture... thats why its taking time, anyway, as an artist going through this turmoil of different and sometimes contradicting emotions, my head is full of ideas and inspirations.... I thought for now I can share with you a little thing I did recently... it's a song I did some years ago actually, but somehow I found the lyrics fitting perfectly with what my people have gone through, so... I made a little slideshow together with the lyrics of the song using some of my own photos and few other photos from here and there... www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mb-fSt… .....I felt like I have to dedicate this song for the Egyptian people and the future we are trying to build.... I hope you like it :)







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PLEASE HELP EGYPT!

Journal Entry: Sat Feb 12, 2011, 1:21 PM
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Update III: EGYPT IS FREEE!!!!!!! :party::party::party::party::party::party::party::party::party::party::party:
We did it guys, us and you too, the support we got from everywhere was so important for our cause.... right now I really really want to deeply and sincerely thank you all for the great and overwhelming support you gave to my country, even if all what you did was just leaving me a solidarity comment, it really helped, or even if it was just faving one of my or any other revolution photos it helped to spread the word and get more support....

If there is something that I have learned from this event, its the power of the people, although if you look at them individually, everyone might seem so insignificant, but if they come all together they can make all the difference.....

I will be sharing a journal with you soon about my experience with the revolution and my experience of living under a dictator regime... I somehow feel that I owe you this story so that you know what exactly have you helped with..... take care guys, Egypt loves you all :D

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Egypt Stamp by spudfx
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Update II: I have added more photos to the series, feel free to check them out, I also want to ask you guys one more thing, there is a media war going on right now, you can support us by adding your comments everywhere, go to BBC, CNN, ABC, C-Span, RT, ..etc... send as much e-mail and leave as much comments... am not asking you to say something specific or lie, just say what you truly think, but say it loud...... I love you all guys, I really do... I am overwhelmed by the support I got from allover the globe, it gives me so much hope and makes me more determined to continue our fight :heart:

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Update: I came today from the protests to find that I got another DD for this entry Egyptian Revolution 001 by MahmoudYakut , I am really so grateful for :iconneurotype: for the suggestion and for :icontimothy-sim: the GM of photojournalism, not for myself as a photographer but for the cause of my people and country, this DD came really in the right time to get more exposure for whats going on here, thank you DA and thank you all guys for the support :heart: :peace:

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I plea you all, my friends and fellow deviants, the Egyptian people really need your support for their battle for freedom. Today we finally have internet after being isolated from the world for 5 days, I shared lots of photos today from  my own personal experience, which is the least thing I can do to support my country. All what you see in the media is just the tip of the iceberg, whats going on here and what I have seen with my own eyes is really much bigger and deeper. I don't ask for much from you my friends, just an email to your government or representatives asking them to put pressure on Mubarak and stop supporting him, specially if you are an American, this will really matter so much for us, just an email or a phone call to your senator can make a difference, the Egyptian army that supports Mubarak takes a great aid from the USA and his regime has flourished through the years with this financial and political support, the money of american taxpayers goes to this army that is currently keeping Mubarak in his place and aiding him to slaughter his people. If the USA threaten the army to cut this aid it can definitely make a difference for us.... I plea you all, please say no with us :peace:

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Egyptian Revolution 008 by MahmoudYakut Egyptian Revolution 002 by MahmoudYakut Egyptian Revolution 001 by MahmoudYakut
:thumb196259944::thumb196259644: No Mubarak, No Cry by MahmoudYakut
Egyptian Revolution 024 by MahmoudYakut Egyptian Revolution 025 by MahmoudYakut:thumb196461480:
:thumb196688519::thumb196688380: Egyptian Revolution 031 by MahmoudYakut
Egyptian Revolution 030 by MahmoudYakut:thumb196687204: Egyptian Revolution 028 by MahmoudYakut

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I plea you all, my friends and fellow deviants, the Egyptian people really need your support for their battle for freedom. Today we finally have internet after being isolated from the world for many days, I shared lots of photos from  my own personal experience in Alexandria my city, which is the least thing I can do to support my country. All what you see in the media is just the tip of the iceberg, whats going on here and what I have seen with my own eyes is really much bigger and deeper. I don't ask for much from you my friends, our tyrant regime is completely ignoring our demands and dreams, like they are ruling a country on Mars! which make violence inevitable.... just an email to your government or representatives asking them to put pressure on Mubarak and stop supporting him, specially if you are an American, this will really matter so much for us, just an email or a phone call to your senator can make a difference, the Egyptian army that supports Mubarak takes a great aid from the USA and his regime has flourished through the years with this financial and political support, the money of american taxpayers goes to this army that is currently keeping Mubarak in his place and aiding him to slaughter his people. If the USA threaten the army to cut this aid it can definitely make a difference for us.... I plea you all, please say no with us :peace:

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Egyptian Revolution 018 by MahmoudYakut Egyptian Revolution 006 by MahmoudYakut Egyptian Revolution 003 by MahmoudYakut
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:thumb195892568: Egyptian Revolution 013 by MahmoudYakut Egyptian Revolution 012 by MahmoudYakut
Egyptian Revolution 011 by MahmoudYakut Egyptian Revolution 010 by MahmoudYakut Egyptian Revolution 009 by MahmoudYakut
Egyptian Revolution 008 by MahmoudYakut Egyptian Revolution 002 by MahmoudYakut Egyptian Revolution 001 by MahmoudYakut
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:thumb196688519::thumb196688380: Egyptian Revolution 031 by MahmoudYakut
Egyptian Revolution 030 by MahmoudYakut:thumb196687204: Egyptian Revolution 028 by MahmoudYakut

everybody wants to be found...

Journal Entry: Wed Jan 26, 2011, 3:08 AM
we all hide under a mask, waiting for the right one to uncover those mysteries of our souls, buried deep inside each one of us.... we seek connection and love, we want to be seen for what we really are and get accepted in that way...




Six feet under the stars by 6eternity9 fanny by matmoon princess on the water by photoport

Mature Content

Vicious by makaveli81
Miroslava through the glass by psychiatrique .: roads :. by GokhanKaraag

Angel dust by FleurDelacour Anticipation by astra888 Still There by MartinStranka

:thumb154573236: Wulandari by Jayantara   In the shadow II by Ziisko

K 33 by OkTaYBiNGoL les jours tristes I by Anaris88

Mature Content

Studio Study II by alin-ciortea


Expressiv Emotion Ignatij by tasevski7 8past8 by ssuunnddeeww The End of Eternity by BigboyDenis

:thumb137792126: encounters by nowaryesblack

for one person by QUEEN-OF-LONELESS


just remember, everybody wants to be found the same like you do... you must keep your palms stretched and reach out for others if you want them to reach you, may be it will cause you to be hurt or disappointed sometimes, may be you will be more vulnerable... but if not, you might hurt the right one when he comes, or he might pass unnoticed.... how great would our lives be if we all reach out and try to look for the human being inside each other

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here you are another chilling piece with a lovely video to relax and may be see something different! www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rENnK… have a nice day all....

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the landscape of my life

Journal Entry: Wed Nov 24, 2010, 3:07 AM
Step after a step, I feel myself moving forwards in this mysterious journey that seem so vague and foggy sometimes, that you can hardly even see your fingertips. It’s something we are all part of, yet we know so little and hardly know the roads we walk in, and no matter how much we know or we pretend to know, we always walk and see these roads for the first time, with every step we take, we lay our feet in somewhere we have never been before, sometimes we try to follow the steps of those who walked this journey before us, sometimes we try to share it with our beloved ones, but in the end every track is made only for one, though the tracks cross sometimes, but only for a glance of time, even if we think someone is walking with us, we are always alone in our own unique experience of existence.

Here I am, walking the landscape of my life, with the echoes from my childhood still lingering in my ears, looking in every corner along my way to unfold my own present, and tossing my dreams far away so that I may find them one day in my future......


decision... by CanDaN A new daybreak by Elsilencio:thumb101645008:
Sky Playground by Prowlerk The Old Man and the sea II. by kgeri The Frigid Wastelands by theflickerees
:thumb168467281: Cage by parablev empty by Kosmur
Va todo tan rapido by Elsilencio bugudoniya12 by shapovalov The Youngest by YagaK
Via libre by Elsilencio:thumb136069423: ::: St. SilvYe gaLLeRy o2 ::: by twELveRN
:thumb78426968: Les marques du temps by gwichin i miss you by milkcookie About the Light XXXIII ... by Michel-Lag-Chavarria
endless by S-t-r-a-n-g-e MoonChild by ZanaSoul Iceland 24 by lonelywolf2
velesbit by foart It Was A Snowy Night by MartinStranka 1967 by szuwar
:thumb85279934: unknown by kevinsaintgrey .: waiting for the night :. by hypnothalamus



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Here you are a very nice and chilling piece of music to help you relax while watching these beautiful deviations www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nvu_KA…
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Join me on Facebook!!

Journal Entry: Thu Oct 14, 2010, 3:56 PM
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Hey guys, I have just finished with my photography facebook fan page, I would really appreciate your support, you can join me here  
www.facebook.com/pages/Mahmoud… :salute:

Here is also my personal page
www.facebook.com/people/Mahmou… I would be delighted to have any of my dear fellow artists on DA as a friend on FB :glomp:

Wish you all a warm cozy week end! :love:

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the innocence we've lost...

Journal Entry: Sun May 2, 2010, 4:03 PM
we all change as we grow older, we seem to loose something on the way... those simple moments of pure emotions, joy, anger or even fear... pure feelings of love and belonging that we used to have in our childhood, our minds seem to get so much distracted with the things we learn from our surroundings and society, we learn to love things we never knew before and forget about the things we loved... we search and search until nothing ever seem enough... they call it being mature, but i see it as getting lost in this turmoil of materialism and loosing the light inside each one of us that guide us on our journey.

fun by ahmed-Alsheme The Vines by tbcevo youth of today by ravis-sante

Precious Moment in Time by MarkGalbreath:thumb116146645::thumb152580604:

Looking at Dawn by rmotfage:thumb98978559: Last train by fotouczniak

Alex at Eight by myrnajacobs:thumb146674799: Cold Winter by SHA-1

Crazy by bypolar-bear Lullaby by Kleemass little boy by BigboyDenis

Irene by Katedoll666 seeking by jessicabrookeee Innocence by lettherebelove01

:thumb58035526: Child of Gaia by ChaoxAngel cliche by rhapsouldize

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My second DD!

Journal Entry: Mon Apr 5, 2010, 1:16 PM
Few days ago, on the 29th of march i got my second daily deviation after exactly 4 months from the first one, the weird thing is that both DDs were on the 29th of November and March!


the secrets keeper by MahmoudYakut voices of doubt by MahmoudYakut

I would like to thank all my watchers and everybody who took the time to view my gallery and fav or comment on my work. I am really sorry if i can not reply to all of you guys, i have been so busy lately, besides my account is stuffed with around 4000 favs and comments, it makes me so so happy of course, but at the same time i hate not replying to all of you, coz i always expect people to reply to me... i really wish i can reply all and view the galleries of everyone who pay me a visit because i really love it... I like to see the work of others and know whats going on with you guys even if you have just bought your cam yesterday, i don't care :)....

A special thanks goes to my dear :iconbrcerby: for suggesting this latest DD and for supporting me :blowkiss::rose:

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What do We Want?

Journal Entry: Tue Aug 14, 2007, 1:14 PM
Why do we always desire what we don't have?!! We are always looking for or running after something, why? I have been asking myself this a lot lately…. Its really so obvious (although not much people see it), those with less wealth want more money, and those with money desire more power, those in the east are fascinated by the west and vice versa, those with fair skin would like to get tanned and those with darker skin dream of having a fair skin!! Why do so many people leave their homes or countries, regardless of how developed or rich is that country? Or why do so many people like to collect rare things??

It just seems to me that we are all looking and searching for "something", yet, when we reach this or that "thing"… it seems its not enough, or may be we find its not really what we needed, then we start dreaming of something else… and it keeps going again and again and again…. Till…. We die or perhaps get depressed…. And even though, the cure for that depression would be finding "something" to run after, some motivation, something to live for…..aye… is it really that?! That we always need something to live for? That, lets say, without these mirages we run after, there is no reason for us to live?! There is no meaning for our presence?! What a pathetic life, of course if that was true!

Or is it some sort of natural process? Like some driving force in this life, something to keep life going. Like these natural forces that keep everything moving; wind, earth layers, waves, ocean tides…etc. could this also be some kind of natural force that force us to interact, so that life on earth keeps changing… and maybe heading to a certain point or fate… could be!

Or maybe it is just happiness that we are searching for. Maybe this lost happiness is the reason why we always want things, specially those we don't have or those that are hard to get, thinking that this or that is going to give us the happiness we are looking for. But when we reach there and find it didn’t really matter much, and we are still unhappy, then we start looking for a different thing. But are we really unhappy?? Well, I guess we have our happy moments, but "Happiness" is really something different. And it is really an ironic thing, think about it like this, if you are happy, really happy with what you are and what you have, why do you want to change it? Why do you want more, why do you have wishes and dreams? If life was perfect, who would dare to dream?!! And, dream of what?!!

Or may be all of that is true, like everything else in the universe, a perfect web of reasons that fit together in an amazing harmony. Unlike our perfection which is usually based on a single reason or concept….a defective perfection!! Meaning, when some aspect of something or an idea is perfect, the others are surely defective. Even when it comes to science, our perspective is usually deficient and short sighted, specially in those branches that try to explain the universe, like those theories of modern physics, the relativity, the string theory and the realm of quantum physics…. Each of these sciences is concerned with a certain aspect of the universe, and most of them can explain it perfectly, but when we put them all together, they just don't fit, they can even contradict. On the other hand, the universal or divine perfection is just "universal"… everything fits together, everything can have more than one reason, or even all the reasons, everything can be explained in more than a way.

But, where and what is happiness? Are we ever going to find it?!

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The Seashell Girl

Journal Entry: Mon Aug 13, 2007, 6:38 AM
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disappearing without a trail
like a drop of mist on a windy day
searching for answers that are hard to find
running and running in an endless road

hiding from what?! hiding no where?!
searching for something , that you don't know
it would do you much better if you stop for a while
to think of where the road leads, and search your heart
but will be here ,
wherever you go.....
whatever you do.....
i will be waiting for you......

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