Mentally Occupied

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The sea does not stop moving, its waves follow since the beginning of its existence on earth, crashing into the sandy beach and taking some of it and dragging it into it, then another wave returns to throw sand that was pulled by a previous wave to return again to the beach, perhaps that sand was absent from the beach centuries ago, perhaps this was seconds ago Only, this is fate and its expenses.

Fate is a coincidence, we do not know when it will happen, and we have no idea about the place and timeAnd conditionsestimated to occur,Some describe fate as blind, but reality proves that it is sharp-sighted, but we as humans were created in a hurry.Despite all this, we do not doubt for one moment that life is full of beautiful coincidences as wellabad,However, we wait for coincidences, as if they are all beautiful, althoughSome of them make us happy, and most of them annoy us.And with this, we believe that there is a difference between fate and coincidence, just as we believe that there is a difference between luck and destiny, and all of this is destiny, but they are names that we put in order to mitigate the word fate as if it is a bad word that we only use to justify our mistakes, but if it is related to our success, then this is another matter. It is certainly not destiny or livelihood, but it is due to our intelligence, sophistication and our special abilities, and the truth is that it is fate that played its game to succeed, while you yourself sought to fail in one way or another, intentionally or unintentionally.

But do not worryoh dearPerhaps tomorrow you are destined to meet someone you did not know before in your new workplacetoBecomein a momentyour friend after several years,Was either of you planning that? Of course not. Have you been looking for a vinaigrette? maybe yes; But when this happened, you certainly didn't have this in mind. AndMaybe the day after tomorrow while crossing the road you will meet one of them by chance, you will convergeZI help you for a while, and you don't know that she will be your wife after two years or more.And you will discover this by pure chance when you see old photos of them and find yourself appearing in the background of one of them.But things may not always go as we want, perhaps life is not fair to everyone, but fate, whether you like it or not, never gets tired and does not deviate from the path.

This is how we get used to it, and we play a continuous game that never stops, just as the sea and its waves do not stop pulling the sand from the beach and returning it to him again, but the destiny of each one does not stop except at death, and it is a game of permutations and combinations. It is not possible to live without him or with others, so that we can replace him with another that we did not consider, or whose spectrum visited our imagination one day to live with us or coexist with him.

There is no escape from fate when something bad has to happen to usandLike meeting someone who destroys your life, you wished you would never meet himEven though you didn't already know it,He destroys all the green and dry things in your life, and occupies your soul, transforms it, and transforms it into a demonic spirit after it was flying with the angels, orLike knowing secrets that I once wished you didn't know.Secrets that open one of the gates of hell for you, secrets that were hidden from you and you felt comfortable without them. To then appear to you as clear as lightning in the midst of the darkness of the complete night, secrets that whip your back harshly and reveal to you what you absolutely do not want to know.Like everything that fate did not give us the opportunity to choose and fulfillaRazaWe must compulsorilyWithout our desire or even awarenessBut fortunately, fate later gives us the opportunity to escape.Escape becomes destiny, but it appears to you in the form of a choice that you have the right to reject, but the truth is that there is no escapecatBBefore it's too late, because if it's too late you'll run awayalsoAnd you are inside you the wreckage of memories and the remnants of a broken heart and a soul that no longer desires life. The place you will flee to will not make much difference. It will be hell, no matter how wonderful it may seem, because what has changed inside you is not an easy thing, because, my dear, you are no longer the same as you were, and everything will pull you towards the bottom and you will drown. No way.

And when you reach the bottom, you will think that you are there alone, but you will be shocked when you settle in it. You will discover that the bottom crowded with the likes of you of the wrecked is another inevitable fate that will swallow you in one bite. The matter is very different with you if your wealth remains or if it evaporated like summer clouds, it will not add anything to you and will not prevent anything from you.

Every day the day swallows the night, then the night returns to take revenge, devours the day and suffocates it, and you find his face in the sky suffocated, dyed red, which turns from the great pain of death to blue, then the night declares its victory and spreads its dark wings over the world around you, the day gathers the remnants of its army again, hidden in the darkness of the night Then the day returns with its armies to annihilate the night again, but each time it does not suffocate it, but rather sneaks up on it lightly and gradually until it completely erases it without realizing it. Each army has its own creed and each leader has his way.

It's a bright summer's morning in a remote, empty house overlooking the sea that doesn't have a sunZfurnitureaa oldaA worn outaaFrom the neighboring sea salt, all of thisIt expresses the loneliness of that person who lives inside him, and also expresses the extent of his neglect and randomness.THana gets out of bed earlyUnusually, without looking in a mirrorI combed my hairHa blackcharcoalLong, scatterbrained as usualto be when she wakes upThen she politely tied it up and fixed her wide brown eyes on the violin that she placed near her neck. Then she closed her eyes and began to play a piece of music that makes the body shudder to hear it.Tears glistened from her closed eyelids,She imagined herself at a big concert,Everyone got up to applaud wildlyAs soon as she appeared on the stage, the hall gradually calmed down until the whole place fell silent, the violin bow strummed its strings, the audience swayed in excitement and moved to a third dimension belonging to each of her audience, she finished her gameComeTscreams aroundHe asked her to repeat, she put the violin back on her shoulder and a satisfied smile on her lips, she lifted the bow and started playing again, she approached the end of her performance, the stage curtain began to move to meet its two ends, hiding Hana behind her. Among those present were old friends of hers, but she did not see any of them. She closed the curtain and prepared to leave.Fans flocked to get itZShe strokes her pen on a silly piece of white paper on which she writes her name arrogantly, smiles proudly, and then leaves without answering any questions, saying in a soft voice: "Excuse me, I don't like to talk about my personal life." As soon as Hana finishes her playing and opens her eyes to find the reality in front of her, Ali laughs sarcasticallyZHer decorated imagination tells her that as soon as she finishes playing, she will wake up from the dream, and reality will start playing a piece of music of another kind, like a mourning death hymn.jHer miserable life, it wasAnd stillPlaying for her is life, and life for her was a sad piece of musicmiserableIt begins with the birth of a melody and ends with the death of that melodyAnd bury him in a musical note that she will throw next to her sisters in one of the drawers of the dilapidated office sitting in the corner of the hall as an old mythical monster that swallows her dreams, ambitions, wishes and painful memories..

But there is something else inside her playing, and hunger has its own melodies, those melodies do not make you able to do anything, they wake you up from your sleep in which you were drowned, they stop you from working no matter how much you love and sanctify it, they make you angry and able to fight the world in order to get what ends this melody Which no one would prefer or like to hear.