I give up now. I don’t want to be a youth anymore. It’s such a massive burden on my shoulders. I can’t take it anymore. I’m tired of this game; the game of the potential and the achieved, the game of running after dreams. What’s it good for being young? I'm tired of saying "I wish..." once and hearing hundred echo of "sighs" in my heart. I know it’s nothing but an irrecoverable pain. I wish I was an old man; an old man who has no desires, no hopes and no vision. I wish I was an old man who doesn’t care for the light at the end of the tunnel; one who has just passed the tunnel and is wondering if there was any light.
I give up now completely.
من كنار مي كشم. ديگر نمي خواهم جوان باشم. اين باربراي شانه هاي من خيلي سنگين است. ديگر نمي توانم تحمل كنم. از اين بازي خسته ام، از بازي بالقوه و بالفعل، بازي دويدن پي روياها. جوان بودن به چه درد مي خورد؟ يك "كاش" بگويي و صد آه از ته دلت بشنوي. مي دانم كه جر رنج بي پايان چيزي نيست. كاش پيرمردي بودم، پيرمردي كه هيچ هوس، اميد و يا چشم اندازي به فردا ندارد. كاش پيرمدي بودم كه برايش نور انتهاي راه مهم نبود، كسي كه تازه از مسير گذشته بود و به اين مي انديشيد كه آيا هيچ وقت نوري .جود داشته يا نه.
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ba tamame eteghadati ke daram emruz hamin alan ke in posto khundam az khodam badam umad.tuye donya gahi az dast dadane ye seri az havas harchad ke be nafe dama nist ama chizaye ziadi beheshun yad mide.ghamgin budan amigh budane ehsasat tanha budan ...va kheili chizaye dige natijeye javan budane ama man tu in dore yad gereftam ke mishe ba vojude koli havase gharizi joda bud az hameye un chizaii ke mane ravabete adami mishan.har chand farsayeshe ziadi tushe ama man taslim nemisham.hamun kari ke to nakardi.
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