Life is like chemistry. Just a series of reactions, each one lead to another, and all were initiated by master’s hand. It’s really stunning how a sequence of events take a place in harmony without any defect, unless considering death as a defect.
My life, and ur life and everybody else lives are just a reaction tube.. And as a prove, it all started with a sperm and ova.
Ok, I spent the last 5 or 6 weeks (I lost the sense of time), in exams period, which really stressed me out. Also, it didn’t leave me any moment for myself. Well, there was no time for myself, spirit, soul, and body. And I don’t mind going to the old argue about human being philosophy. Though, I’m not really into that filed, but when I tried to go inside, the results were nothing close to good.
One of my teachers, last semester, kept talking about philosophy. So, I approached to him after a lecture and asked him: “Doctor, are we for real?” Is our existence is real or we’re just thoughts, dreams, or non sense. He told me that we’re for real because we feel and can see. That, really, was lame for a person kept rubbishing about philosophy. So, I told him if he can prove that what we see is real? At that moment he ran away with an excuse of being late. Chicken.
I had another chance to hunt him or ask him and for a longer time. My master question was if he can tell the difference between dreams and reality. In one moment with depress of finding an answer he told me that god created us so we’re real. I looked him deeply, I told him: “doctor, we know you don’t like religion, and I’m not religious guy.” In the end, and proudly, he admitted we’re not for real, we’re very fake, and there’s no god. That’s his part of the story. Yet, I would wonder, is there any conflict between us, as not real existence and god? I mean god could be there, yet we couldn’t be.
Back to chemistry, or life, or perhaps the chemistry of lie. I find it hard to realize how perfect the whole sequence of events/reactions to occur without a master’s hand. Talking of masters take me to masons, are they for real?
Regarding chemistry, when I look to my life I find it really very much of reactions and events which I may talk about later.
My life is just like these papers.. line-less.. full of expectations, and many unexpected events.. so, I'm not sure how it would end.. though I feel the end is approaching soon.. Still it's lineless
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Categories
- lineless (132)
- rubbish (38)
- شعر (32)
- life (26)
- community (19)
- medicine (15)
- saudi arabia (9)
- music (8)
- psychiatry (8)
- expectations (6)
- islam (6)
- Riyadh (4)
- evolution (4)
- fate (4)
- history (4)
- love (4)
- religion (4)
- scotland (4)
- shia (4)
- syria (4)
- universe (4)
- نثر (4)
- abuse (3)
- physics (3)
- sex (3)
- Qatif (2)
- books (2)
- butterfly effect (2)
- karma (2)
- la llorona (2)
- suicide (2)
- time (2)
- Agriculture (1)
- CanMEDS (1)
- Hypatia (1)
- college (1)
- dido (1)
- disturbance (1)
- exams (1)
- first line (1)
- french (1)
- i'm yours (1)
- the end (1)
- travel (1)
- wahhabi (1)
- أبو القاسم الشابي (1)
- الخميني (1)
- العيد (1)
- حزب الله (1)
- نزار قباني (1)
My Visitors
Popular Posts
-
The galaxy is huge. Inside the galaxy there’re many black holes that could open to another white holes. The white holes lead to other gala...
-
Imam Ali when he was stabbed, he shouted: “I have won, by God’s Kabaa. “ He was waiting for death, and relieved by it approaching him. Neit...
-
Why do we tend to be complicated? In Starbucks, coffee could be only coffee. We don’t have to add milk, sugar, chocolate, and in some case...
-
Recently I went to livingston and carried out my elective. I met many great doctors but the greatest of these was a medical student called ...
-
Alcohol, most often, serves the purpose of stress relief. No wonder in western countries everybody is smiling. Anyway, it could be the re...
-
While observing people at airport, a question popped up in my head: “Who to kill?” Apparently, I would enjoy the role of God, an angel of...
-
It sails all along the darkness. The sea is a bit calm, and silent. Yet, all the 4 dimensions are gloomy, confusing, and blurred. The 46 pi...
-
When I was a boy, I remember reading a story about a rich man and a poor one. The rich man’s child used to watch monologue shows in the poor...
-
French coffee, or a french kiss? They both have something in common; the shock when they touch my lips. I could imagine the taste of her to...
-
حواء هذه أحداث اليوم في تاريخ الأمس..: إ ني أبحث عن روحي أضعتها في سؤالٍ طاعنٍ في القدمِ كالخطايا طردت حواء من الجنة.. كالصبايا العذ...
0 comments:
Post a Comment