“Our programs are becomming a bit sad now.” (Radio Chehrazi Podacst)
As Taylor says, “I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 22”
(The article your’re about to read is heavily influenced by life conditions in Iran and also several References to Radio Chehrazi Podcast)
But I don’t know, for me who is slowly turning 22, I don’t feel as good as Taylor!
Maybe it’s societal problems, maybe it’s a bad time to be young in the 70s/80s, maybe the problem is me, whatever it is, I know it’s hard to understand the meaning of life. Maybe it’s very simple? Could it be that we don’t know how to live? Anyway, for me, it has always been very vague and I have thought about it a lot.
To avoid misunderstanding, I’m not saying that we expect to be partying all the time like some of these crappy holy wood movies because that’s also quite sad in itself… I’m saying, what happened that we, no matter how hard the conditions were, no matter how much we had to clean the oil heater in the winter, get oil and roll the barrel in the alley, toilets 500 meters away from home in the city, power outages at any time or the dial-up’s creak and groan and hearing the complaint of why you occupied the phone again, playing in the dirt and mud and games that all started with the name donkey, falling on the snow in the alley and shivering like a dog afterwards, even the beatings, I don’t know, a lot of things…
What happened that suddenly it became like this? We fell headlong into a modernity that apparently many of us complain about? What happened that we forgot to be happy? What happened that many of us turned from pointless joys into money-making machines that we never get enough of? What happened that so many properties opened up? Weren’t we happy together, why don’t we have the patience for each other anymore? There was nothing to like each other in, but how were we so close?
Maybe the wiser ones would say don’t worry so much about what will happen later. Thank God that many people now wish they had your life? What happened that we became so low that we are happy that there is someone else whose conditions are worse than ours? So it’s not me who says it’s good to have concerns when you consider others… Of course, it’s good to try and be positive and not be too afraid of the result because probably if you choose well, a relatively good result will come out of it… But the issue is not despair and worry about the future, the issue is our transformation into what we are now; if we chose it, why aren’t many of us satisfied with it?
What happened that suddenly our worries, which were ultimately the score of tomorrow’s exam, became like this? Could growing up have been rubbish? Not that it’s anyone’s fault, but it’s not far-fetched that the result of what is being built is us who, as my grandmother says, don’t take our heads out of the computer/phone… Well, if life outside of it is rubbish for us, what? We didn’t build that. What happened that it became like this?
Tonight, as I was riding my bike in the street like some times, looking at people, I was thinking, what happens that these electrons that are spinning, for some people spin so well and have a comfortable life, for some people spin in a way that it seems they owe something to it, their mouth is getting smooth… Could genes really be that important? So what becomes of justice?
Could the matrix have had a bug? Could some of us be priority and some of us just glitches?
That’s all for now, maybe I’ll edit it later…
If you thought in your mind, what are you saying, crazy… As Habib says, “Say I’m crazy. Who wanted to be normal anyway?”