Daydreams...

An action is first a thought in your head. Then a parallel thought gets initiated in your mind that decides whether you should apply this thought and turn it into an action or not. If the second thought gets verified, you start your action. And here lies the trigger,  the second thought that gets initiated, it's always inspired by something positive or something negative. And it's so fragile that it gets affected by its surroundings. Here comes your job to control that second thought. All you've got to do is to get it stronger and let it be independent of the positives or negatives it might receive. You should let it decide for itself. And as a start, you might learn it by experience. That could be done by not giving it a chance to be initiated and you go on applying all the thoughts that pop into your head at once. Use the technique of do-it-now-or-never and don't worry, there will always be a feedback loop that feeds the experience's lessons to your mind for the ...

" Wha t really break a heart is taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be . " When it comes to broken hearts, there's something so beautiful about them that attracts me. They are laid open and their real essence rises to the surface. A broken heart gets fearless out of all its ruins. It gets more courage than it had ever had before, at least the courage of laying down deep emotions. Only when your heart is broken you can get to say how you truly feel inside. If you're mad, you'll shout. If you're sad, you'll cry. And if you're happy, you'll laugh. And you'll have the whole right. And how right it is to let loose every once in a while. Maybe, to keep standing up high and tall, you have to bow every now and then. Then how the broken heart connects with its soul to restore, rediscover and reshape itself is an amazing inspiring fruitful journey. It's the only journey you enjoy, though you only get to enjoy at the end, but next tim...

They come from my mind and run away through my fingers. They don't come back though, nor that I run after them. They keep coming and running and I keep letting them go. I don't want to catch them, but for some reason I have to. And that reason is actually worth the pain, for that is the only thing that I will to run after passionately. And I won't let it slip away from me as all other things. And so, I'm catching some of them here; here is my net that saves and gathers them for me. I can't find it, where had it gone? It has been just here inside me days ago. Has someone took it or have I left it somewhere? Should I go back and look for it? Or wait till someone gets it for me? And have I truly had it? Or that too was an illusion as everything else?! I want it back. But I can't reach in to get it, nor that I can fake having it already. And this just puts me in the loop of disappointment; do I lack the will? Is it a nightmare? It hurts me that my daydreams are ...

I want this to be perfect like how I daydream it. They are random and discrete on my mind, but when I put the discrete inputs on paper they are transformed into continuous sentences. Excuse my engineering language; I'm having an exam in 12 hours! It's scary, that only three hours are so critical that they represent all your hard work you've been working lately. And sometimes, a three hours time is the only output of a whole year. Now, how about this, when you die, you'll face a short time, or a long one - I don't know, I haven't been dead before - a time that will represent your whole past life. It's fair enough, isn't it? I would like to tell you about the kitchen. It's one of the most places I like in this house where I live. I love the kitchen here, its design, its light and even its window that actually gets in all the wind there is in Cairo. That kitchen is the place I escape to when I'm sad. I know what you might be thinking, and No, I d...

One day, a  friend  sent me this text message: " Pay attention to everything you say or do. As it has a great effect on everyone you deal with, no matter how insignificant it may seem. " And that made me think of: What you think of defines who you are. What you say represents your thoughts. What you do explains what you say. What you'll be questioned about is what you do. What people think of you is what they question. And what makes your name is what you're remembered by when people think of you. That, by the way, started by your own thoughts. Then simply, the answer is: You are who you think you are. Think before you say, and do what you say! 

When you indulge yourself in others' lives, you get to expect things from which you get nothing. Doesn't that leave you a little bit broken? And I think, how many souls are there who are hurt because of me? And how many souls out there hurt me?

I've had a true daydream today; a sad one actually. It was all about if she left me. If she died! How my life would ever be?! She's my gate to the outer world. She's my engine that keeps me running. She saves me. She comes in most of my critical times just to save my life. She manages to handle me in my weirdest of states, though sometimes she doesn't, but sometimes she does in her way that I hate, sometimes, and sometimes she amazes me by how she could understand me. Some people love me just because of her sake. I'm blessed just because she's in my life. If she's ever gone, I won't be able to live. I'll lock myself up. I'll be so upset that I'll stop talking to people. I'll turn into a very aggressive person. And I'll do all the crazy things in life. I might even lose my sanity. And I'll be all alone. No one will ever be courageous enough to get to me. As much as they would like to, they'd find no way. And I'll never h...

Don't give in your fears. If you do, you'll never be able to talk to your heart. Fear is always the one and only reason for rejection. You skip out opportunities just because you're afraid of a commitment, or of a replacement. You're still looking for something you haven't found yet. And you'll never know when or how you can find it, but it isn't that yet. Then you're confused. You fear losing your own dreams. Or you fear getting closer to them but never knowing how to really achieve them. Sometimes you're too afraid to be happy. And sometimes you're too afraid to hurt yourself and make mistakes that can't be fixed. And when it comes to people, you don't only fear for yourself, you fear for them too. And you over burden yourself with all the fear there is in life. Only then you think rejection is the best solution. So you quit as the easiest way out is the right thing to do. But it's not. Because at the end, you'll find somethin...

Today , I had dinner with my mum in a sweet restaurant. The place there was beautiful. Though there wasn't any breezes --yes it was an open-air place-- but, the view was relieving and it gave me a sense of contentment. I was having a very peaceful time trying to keep a smile on my face, till I caught a tear coming down through my own eyes. That tear had lots to say, but it only said: "Salma, listen to me. You're not as happy as you say. Your life isn't the life you seek. Things are wrong and you never try to set them right. You're doing nothing for that optimist look you keep holding. And I had to come to wake you up. So please, Wake Up!" I listened to my tear, but it said nothing more. It didn't either give a clue of what should I do. What should I do?

This is a picture from the actual place, but I couldn't find a clearer one!  And that's part of the view that I adore. There's no place like here, my home. Everything feels different, tastes different and smells different. Even the water, it's colder than anywhere else, it comes to cool off my burdens and erase my worries. Even the air, there's no breeze like the one I can feel over here. It's the only breeze that gives me the hope of tomorrow; that the best is yet to come. There's a memory in every inch of here. As I move around, memories fall down off the shelf hitting my head or banging on the floor yelling at me and saying "Don't you remember?" And when I dream, I only dream of here. I can never leave here or trade it for anything else in the world. It's my own place of memories. And I think I'll never feel the same about any place in the world like how I feel about here. The place I call home. That's the whole view! :) I j...

There's an end for every story. But in life, for every ending there's a beginning. Funny that you might envy other people's losses, and you wish you were the one who has lost. It's because you know they have lost something that was actually weighing heavily on their shoulders. They have lost the thing that was killing them. And now that they have lost it, they can live once again, healthier this time. Yes, they are so sad, the saddest on earth. They never could think that their situation would be envied. Yet, they have faith; they thank God and pray for a fresh new start. But, they'll have it. You know they would one day, and that's why their previous ending was envied! Hope their new beginning would never be envied and be blessed instead.  I wish my story ends, so that I could have a new beginning. Yes, I'll be hurt, I'll be sad. But I'll be having faith, the faith that I've lost now, that one day I'll have the best, the best of stories....

Today's daydream. And it says today is Friday May 20, then you're right where you should be. :) ================================================ One day Anybody was walking down the street doing nothing. He's supposed to do something, that's his job. And so, everyday Everybody asks him: "What did you do today?" and he keeps saying: "I did nothing! I did Nothing!". Till Somebody came along and shouted at Anybody: "How come you do nothing?!? That's Nobody's job!!" But Nobody listened, then Nobody did something instead. And Anybody kept doing nothing. Things kept on this way, till the day came when Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done! That was the story of nothing, inspired by something! ================================================ For who's following, my Friday today wasn't that unforgettable! But I had a nice relaxing, actually sleepy, one! :)

Today has been a busy happy day. I've been working at every minute of the day, I've been racing time and I've been doing something that I like, though it's tiring, but it is enjoyable, for me. The best was that I've been enjoying my company like I always do when I have this particular company. But I hear a voice telling me: "You stupid, you've enjoyed that donkey-work, the copy & paste thing?!?" I get shocked and I find no words to reply... Yes, I've enjoyed that. Maybe it has something to do with my love for words. And I actually believe that nothing is ever a donkey-work! Every work has to have some brain for it. My apologies to donkeys! :) Then comes tomorrow. It's Friday! Oh, I miss Fridays! Fridays have always meant a lot for me. Since I've been ten I wait for the Friday of the week to come. It's my day to rest, to enjoy, to have a peaceful loving family outing, or even to have the chance of a good study. And recently many...

Searching for something special through this haze of things that seem to be so special, yet they are not. And you start thinking if these things fake being special or is it you who hallucinate special things? Strange that dreams come true only when you stop dreaming. You keep searching for that special thing and when it comes, it doesn't feel special anymore.  Or is it because you still can't believe that the thing you've been looking forward to all your life has finally come true? Maybe, it's just that, it doesn't feel the same as when you dreamed it. But you're happy, it came true and the smile never leaves your face till it becomes irritating and ridiculous, that non stopping deep smile, and you think you should fake a frown so that people don't get to question the smile. You're in love with how things worked out, you love how it is going on and you trade the world for it. You'll never risk losing it, and if you'd hope for one thing, your h...

Today, weather was over the beautiful. I loved the soft summer breeze as I was studying and surrounded by people who were studying too. It was the most amazing place and time to study. Studying then feels like a happy thing to do. Then out of the blue, I found myself thinking of Ramadan, that holy month we long for, maybe because of that breeze, or maybe because I witnessed the sunset. The time of the day that has all the magic, starting from the breeze till the feeling it gives. That feeling is sometimes the best of feelings, like the feeling I had today, and sometimes it's the worst. Because life is so colorful and everything is clearly seen in a light that's so strong, and suddenly this light begins to fade away till you're left in all darkness. But today as the light was fading away, another light came bit by bit. A light that was given to me through the music streaming in my ears or through the breeze that passes by me leaving me smiling, or maybe through all the goo...

Many things remind you of certain people. Places, songs, clothes, simple words and sometimes other people. And specially places, they do remind me of all kind of people. The strange part is when a particular place always, I mean always, remind me of someone, someone who I never, and I mean never, remember except when I pass by there. Yes, I do pass there by car every now and then, not intending to, but my way leads me to there. And every time I pass by, specially at night, I flash back that moment when we were talking, the last time we talked. And I... Well I don't know how I get to feel when I remember. But today when that vision flicked in my head, all that I could think of is to wonder how I every time pass by there, at night, remember that very same special moment. It's like a deja vu. And it keeps coming. Maybe that is the only memory I hold for that person in my little busy mind. 

One can't live without having what's worth living for. As one tale ends so another begins; and as each day is a new tale to be told, each day is a day to learn and know more, each day is a day to dream and hope.  Then each day deserves to be written. And I'll commit to writing everyday. I'll commit to what's worth living for. Let's call it a project that I'll be working on and you're helping me. Let's say I'll be writing my next whole year, everyday over here. And together we'll help and support, we'll learn and know, we'll inspire and change, we'll share thoughts and insights and we'll face life with a smile even when it keeps frowning. May you always be blessed, pleased and enjoying my everyday little daydreams.