Keep on walking and don’t stop until you reach your goal. Keep on walking and don’t stop until you reach that door,the one that’s open,the one you see and always go through. Keep on walking and don’t stop until you see a mirror and find yourself in there. Keep on walking and don’t stop until you are out of air,and certain that you have gone through every single door.

The center of motion pictures and fake lives of actors. When we see them,we happen to think they are the best,the coolest or the prettiest people. They’re cool,good-looking,famouse,rich,and so on. But is their lives like ours? Maybe a little but not exactly. It is rather fake, i’m not trying to be mean or anything but their lives is partly fake,they play the roles of ones who don’t really exist. To them,it is achiving their goals but to us it is watching characters and wanting to be them. You hear stories on t.v,this actor did this,this one got married and had a huge,fancy wedding,this one is having a baby,this one got arrested and so on. To you is it a real life or just simply fake?

To be alive,to breath,to enjoy the warmth of sun and the cool breez of Autumn. To feel like being part of the world. Isn’t it great?
Don’t you think that by remembering the fact that you are alive everyday can help you be more excited to live. IT IS GREAT TO BE ALIVE!

Today I felt like doing more. Right now it 10:21 and I still don’t want to sleep,but go somewhere,anywhere. Though I don’t know where!
We are people who sleep early,my parents are already in bed but I don’t want to go to bed. I went to Borders and when we were in the car I told my mom,lets go somewhere else now,but I didn’t know where. Oh well …

So that I would know that I have not wasted any of my time. So that each and every moment of this unknown period of time that we live each day can be remembered. So that I can think back everyday and say yesterday was the best day and today will be even better. So that when I am old, I would know that I have done things and I won’t feel sorry that I am old. So that I can say I had the best life when I was young and I still do. So that I would never feel ashamed of not having done anything. So that when I am ready to leave, I would be proud.

As the weather changes, my attitude seems to change along with it. When it rains,everything is a blur,the memories seem to go away.When it is fogy,I am in a dream on the road.When it rains a little,humdity,sticky, like today,I want to complain about everything and nag. Though it is a good difference because if it were to stay the same,it would not be enjoyable.

Does it ever end?
Does this world that we live in ever end?
The excitment,the action,the signs and attractions?
Does it ever end?
This game we play everyday, our life,does it end?
Does it matter if it ends,does it matter to us?
Does is all end together,without warning,without notice?
How does it end? Does it all disappear?
Where would we be when it ends? Would we even know when it ends?
Who cares if it ends? It’s not today is it?

Today is where you make a difference,today you do something that you might never do again. You might see something that you may never see again. Today is your day to change everything,to become someone you want to be,to see the world,experience,travel,whatever. Today you can start to love yourself and accept who you are. You can be as happy as you can be,because it might end soon and you won’t have another chance. Today is special,because you’re alive,you can breath and you can enjoy every moment,you have freedom when so many people don’t,you have a better chance to live,where so many people don’t,you can enjoy your surroundings,where so many people can’t,you are special to someone,where so people aren’t. Today can be the best day of your life,so make it one.

Sometimes I am in a totally different place. I am lost in my own thoughts and for a second I feel like I am somewhere else. Has this ever happened to you? When you wish to be elsewhere and you keep thinking and thinking until you are lost! Or you look at a picture of your vacation and you want so much to be there.

If you ask me I would say that I love Iran. Because I was born and raised there,because it was where I took my first step,said the first word and saw life for the first time.My memories are hidden in every street and every corner. My laughter is recorded in our house. The sound of every step is recorded and I can hear it even now. Noises,the cars,the construction of a building right infront of us. I can close my eyes and see myself walking on that same street of ours,to the same door,to the same brown house with the basement. I can walk up those steps again,reach the first floor and knock on my uncle’s door.Then I can walk to the second floor and then the third,ours. I can go in,there is a mirror right infront and a long carpet. I can call my sister and brother and they’ll come.
I love Iran because it is where I first learned to see how life is,its steepness and its hills.How to live with others and not hate them because of their looks,try to be friendly even if dislike them. I saw life in a different way that it is now,I never imagined someday I would end up here. I never thought that one day I would have to leave everything behind. I never thought that I would pack everything and just go. I never thought of being miles and miles away. But now that I am here and now that I am ready to live here,I can go on, I have to go on.