June 24, 2006
Today was one of those days when you are so low and full of despair that even Mozart and Rumi can hardly lift up your spirit.
I'm so weary of life. It seems that for the most part life doesn't offer anything besides suffering. Only love and art make it bearable and worth living.
I'm dreading my trip to Iran. I know that it's going to be torturous but I've decided not to live irresponsibly like my father. It's my moral duty to go and visit my old and lonely grandfather. I guess he's going to have a surgery soon.
Took an oath not to live in Boston after this summer. It totally breaks me. My family situation and financial concerns leave me with no energy. If it was not for my faith in destiny I would have committed suicide years ago.
But I’m not going to give up. A man's character is being tested in the times of trouble, and his value is dependent upon his strength. As Hemingway said, "A man can be destroyed but not defeated."
Posted by amin at June 24, 2006 9:43 PM