Nika Zed

“این جا که همیشه می‌نشینی وچای هم می‌زنیّ وبه ابرها
نگاه می‌کنی
که دائماً بزرگ می‌شوند و کوچک و این قدر، خلاصه، دقیقه دقیقه که انگار
بازمان می‌رقصند.

گاهی اتفاق می‌افتد غروبها
چیزی انگار گُمت شده باشد، بعد می‌بینی از نبودِ نور بوده وفتی آن رفیقِ قدیمی
کلید چراغ را می‌زند...”
― بیژن الهی

“For the new year. -- I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think. Sum, ergo cogito: cogito, ergo sum. Today everybody permits himself the expression of his wish and his dearest thought: hence I, too, shall say what it is that I wish from myself today, and what was the first thought to run across my heart this year -- what thought shall be for me the reason, warranty, and sweetness of my life henceforth. I want to learn to see more and more as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who makes things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love henceforth! I do not want to wage war against what is ugly. I do not want to accuse. Looking away shall be my only negation. And all and all and on the whole: someday I wish to be only a Yes-sayer.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“If you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.”
― Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music

“I remember a period in late adolescence when my mind would make itself drunk with images of adventurousness. This is how it will be when I grow up. I shall go there, do this, discover that, love her, and then her and her and her. I shall live as people in novels live and have lived. Which ones I was not sure, only that passion and danger, ecstasy and despair (but then more ecstasy) would be in attendance. However...who said that thing about "the littleness of life that art exaggerates"? There was a moment in my late twenties when I admitted that my adventurousness had long since petered out. I would never do those things adolescence had dreamt about. Instead, I mowed my lawn, I took holidays, I had my life.

But time...how time first grounds us and then confounds us. We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but we were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them. Time...give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical.”
― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending