
Hamed
@hamedns
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I changed my profile picture today
Hope you donโt lose track of me ๐
Actually, I liked the previous one with its cartoonish graphics,
but now I prefer to be here with a more real face
In the middle of this noisy world, Iโm looking for a few moments of silence and stories.
Books have saved me, and now itโs my turn to create something that might save someone else someday
About the book:
The book in my hand is "Dreams Die First" by Harold Robbins,
one of the best-selling authors of popular American novels
This novel was written in the 1970s and tells a story full of ambition, betrayal, money, lust, and moral collapse. The main character, Gareth Brennan, is a young and ambitious entrepreneur who launches a controversial magazine, but slowly gets caught up in the flashy and corrupt world of media, leading him down a dark path
In fact, this book is about dreams,
dreams that die first when mixed with greed
Hope your dreams never get tangled with greed ๐ค 13 replies
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My take on it:
Work and life are not two opposing forces we need to โbalance.โ Theyโre both part of life. Itโs more meaningful to ask:
โAm I balancing work and play within my life?โ
As for me, Iโm trying
But I wouldnโt claim Iโve nailed the balance
I work 24-hour shifts, then have 24 hours to rest. That time has to cover sleep, meals, socializing with friendsโand hopefully once a week: a cafรฉ visit, a dinner out, theater, cinema, or a walk in nature. Every few months, maybe a short trip Once a year, something longer
I know these are simple pleasures
but maybe thatโs the point
To truly feel life in each moment, whether you're deep in your work or lost in your joy 2 replies
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Imaginationโฆ
what a beautiful word
And who knows
who could ever know
in my imagination, whose image lingers?
Who could know it is this very dream that keeps me alive?
That within me, it is memory, reverie, and your presence in thought that flows?
Some cry their hearts out to forget
Some laugh
Some sleep
Some fall into silence to forget
But I do all of it, not to forget,
but to remember
To let your presence grow stronger within me
Let the years pass,
let suns rise and fall endlessly,
let the world and its people change ,
who could ever erase your truth etched into my being?
Until the final particles of me,
the last ripple of my soul,
vanish from this universeโฆ
And after all the hunger,
all the wandering
wonโt you finally pull my bewildered eyes into yours?
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