Day #XYZ in a 3rd world country

I found this on my smartphone, which I apparently wrote on the 3rd of June 2014:

Its not hard to calculate the exact day but it’s of little value because life itself is of little value here.

Today I heard a news anchor on a TV station saying,”We now know it wasn’t an Arab spring, rather a Hebrew spring, as it was designed to divide the Arab word and it gave rise to terroristic groups …” This caused me some disappointment at first; while I remembered how the same people celebrated the overthrowing of their oppressors a few years ago.

It might be mind boggling for a lot of people following our situation how the masses came to let go of the values of liberty, equality, and human dignity in very short a time, but it comes as no surprise to a person who’s inside the scene.

If there’s anybody to blame for this moral and cultural decline it’s us -those who so sincerely believe in human values- for we are the ones who failed to show people how dramatically their lives, and the lives of their children, would have changed if they had embraced these values. We failed because of our ignorance, which is the result of our cowardice, which is the result of our stupidity, which is a result of our conceit, which is a result of our ignorance – at least this is my speculation.

Our lack of ingenuity was clear but we refused to accept it because our opponents succeeded in dragging us down into trivial battles. And we successfully fell into the trap because our minds were almost equally trivial.

How I met “reading” (part2)

May 2012

Reading is a necessity even for the normal person for several reasons … First, we don’t live in a world that consists only of our surroundings … The world is ruled by laws and moving ideas … Reading is like learning a language; a base for any conversation and for understanding people and yourself too … That’s why it’s funny, and probably hilarious, to repeat the phrase “reading is a hobby.” No, it’s a human duty like learning to speak.

Reading is an extra eye, hand, and leg which makes you outreach beyond your narrow limits and makes you understand your position in this life and what made you the way you are.

~Mr M, from our conversations [1]

This was probably the part when it had me; reading. So I decided to continue reading his book and his articles. And the more I read the more I understood and, in the same time, the more I found things that I couldn’t understand. I kept asking him about them, but his time was limited and some of the answers were more or less sufficient. I needed to know much more. I needed to learn more and more, and there was one topic that was more pressing than anything else: morality.

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Why the fear of darkness is absurd

Why do we fear the dark?
Why does the mere absence of an electromagnetic wave, we call “light”, threaten us so much?
It affects no more than one of our senses.
Can’t you see how illogical it is?
A tiny species living on a rock floating in a dark universe, dominated by dark matter and dark energy, feel insecure when the lights go off in their small worlds.
That’s specially ironical when you know that they originally started in the darkness of the ocean depth
Blind people aren’t afraid of the dark.

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How I met “reading” (part1)

Barney: True story.

~How I met your mother (TV series)

My love for reading might be a little hard for some people to fully understand, even for people who actually love it just like I do. Naturally those who don’t like it don’t get it because they don’t know what they’re missing. But most of those who  share it’s love probably have had it for a very long time that they don’t know what it’s like not to have it. To me it resembles the story in Genesis where man is fascinated by woman after living so much without her and feeling so lonely until he finally meets an equal partner [1]. In fact, it’s very similar to my story, because the day I met reading is the day I got reintroduced to humanity and culture in the flesh.

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I think my keyboard is trying to kill me

In the virtual world, thinking before pressing the “enter” key is the equivalent of thinking before speaking. It’s the milliseconds before using it in an IM chat, the seconds before clicking it for a comment on a social network, or the minutes you have to think before pressing it to post something, that determine your fate and the features of your virtual “you”.

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The personality factory (part 1)

Personality development depends on the interplay of instinct and environment during the first five years of life. ~ http://www.simplypsychology.org

This entry is about the most important years of my early life. It’s about the places and people who influenced my first 7 years of my childhood and consequently my whole life. They’re probably the author of a substantial part from who I am today. Continue reading