I have been contemplating on the nemesis of the time. From the clashes of theories and beliefs to the lies in politics close to home to the straight bullets shot in the head of a fourteen year old to the monetary value of the currency back in the mother land, to the constant unhealthy interference in our food and our drinks and our land. It feels depressing, pathetic, and hopeless at times.
Yet, it is not the only worst time. Is it?
They say there have been kings who killed all the men in a village. They tell us about wars that swiped a whole civilization. There have been dynasties coming and going. And the men of the world have never been all just, never been all true, never been all man-loving. There have been families burnt. There has been drought. There has been volcano erupting and destroying a whole city at once.
What makes this time any different?
I keep reciting this poem of Hafiz:
جهان و کار جهان جمله هیچ در هیچ است
هزار بار من این نکته کرده ام تحقیق
The world and what is in it are all unrully
A thousand times I have experienced it
Yet. Beauty is.
It is falls. The weather is changing visibly. Shorter daylight, stronger winds, dried leaves. I was standing at the backyard walkout yesterday, listening to the birds chirping. The grass is still green.
I stopped at the school, and "the queen of the class" came to me and said she remembered me from my last year's presentation in the class.
I talked to my mom and she was full of hope.
I picked up A and he gave me a big hug.
I talked to a dear friend about a work situation that made me feel vulnerable and he cared to listen.
We had a delicious dinner at friends' and enjoyed listening to their parents talking about samanu pazoon and noon berenji.
"Remember, no human condition is ever permanent. Then you will not be overjoyed in good fortune nor too scornful in misfortune." Socrates