They say that poems, novels and writings are like a child for their writers. The poets and writers love there piece of arts and when someone comments on them especially if it’s not such a real comment they become very angry about it, even some times they do stupid things.  

Well I was always amazed about this. Until some times ago I gave one of my writings to someone, they read it and said a comment about it. At first that I heard it I became so angry, well to tell the truth it really was a very, very, very fussy comment and because they had to make a comment they made it.

But after some hours I cooled down and I thought, that is very good to know how some people read your writing and look at your work. When you know that, some of your readers look at your work like this, you know how to write to tell them your thoughts. Because they think that you don’t believe what they believe and you try your best to make the youngster think like you, so they read and comment on your work more fussily than ever.

So when you know this you can tell them whatever you like in the words that if someone else reads it, would never believe that you meant what they have thought that you meant.

To die is nothing but it is terrible not to live.

Writing in my dairy, reminds me of Anne Frank’s diary. When I had read this book for the first time when I was 13 years old, I thought to myself why don’t I write a diary? So I start to write in a small beautiful note book as my first diary. This kind of writing is a different kind of feeling. You are talking to someone but she can’t talk back. The best part is that she can give out your secrets exactly as you told her.

Writing in a weblog is quite like writing in a bigger and more readable dairy. You will express your feelings about the things that go around you and what you think about it, some people read it and comment on it.

The best part of this kind of writing (writing in a dairy or a blog) is that after some years when you go back and read what you have written and remember the state that you have been in it when you have thought all those things you will laugh at yourself and how you have thought.

Well whenever I read my dairy I will smile and sometimes laugh out loud.

Imagine it, even if imagining it is hard.

The world that every human in it, are very fortunate.

The world that money, race, power have no place in it.

The answer to words is not special police.

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It has no nuclear bomb.

It has no mortar.

No child will leave his legs on the verily.

Every one are free every one are without any pain.

You would not hear in the news that whales had suicide.

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Imagine a world with out any heater and gunpowder.

Without any injustice and without any fright and coffin.

Imagine a world full of freedom full of joy and full of happiness.

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Imagine it even if imagining it is a crime even if by saying its name will fill your throat full of stuffs.

Imagine a world that in it prison is a tail. All the wars in the world are bound to peace.

No one is the leader of the world. All the people are the same.

From now on the share of every people in the world is every grained of wheat.

Without any bound and limit, homeland means the entire world.

 Imagine you can be the response of this dream.

Everyone believes that love never last forever and in every word they say it. They say it in stories, in poems, in films, in theater, in TV, in radio… They always say that "it's best that one or both lovers die before they decide to start a new life together. Why????

Is it really true that love never last or do we define the love wrongly. Can't the love last when they start a new life? Can't any husband and wife love each other just like the days before marriage or even more than that love that they thought they had toward each other.

I don't know but it is really sad and disappointing to see or read a film or a story that ends with the death of a lover or two.

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.
He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.
A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.
As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon,
Everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.