Dear Friends,
By what I have been receiving lately in my "Inbox," I would say the culture I was born into is a cynic sorrow worshipper!
(This is not a complaint, merely an observation!)
Yesterday I received a (miserable) compatriot's "two cents worth" that is circulating the net with pride!
Good Luck knocks on your door only once!
Bad Luck doesn't let go of the doorbell!
Misery has its own key!
I suppose this is the Iranian version of “When it rains, it pours!
As if this was not beautiful enough, here is another precious nugget;
Put to rest your watches and clocks,
What's the point of keeping track of this meaningless life!
Wow! Profound! I hope the intensity was not lost in translation!
Then, friends wonder why I have minimised my contact with the Iranian society!
I’m so grateful the glum compartment of my brain does not have this kind of depth. Delete!
Have a joyful day everyone!
P.S. Yes I know, sarcasm! I already switched the bracelet!
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