ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺩﺳﺘﻪ ﺁﺩﻡ ﻫﺎﯾﯽ ﻧﯿﺴﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﮔﺎﺭ
ﻣﯽ ﺷﻮﻧﺪ،ﻣﯽ ﭼﺴﻨﺪ ﯾﮏ ﺟﺎﯾﯽ ﮔﻮﺷﻪ ﯼ
ﺫﻫﻦ ﺷﻤﺎ ﻭ ﮐﻨﺪﻩ ﻧﻤﯽ ﺷﻮﻧﺪ.ﮐﻠﻤﺎﺕ ﻣﻨﺤﺼﺮ
ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻭﺍﺳﻄﻪ ﺍﺵ ﯾﺎﺩﺷﺎﻥ
ﺑﯿﻔﺘﻢ.ﻟﺤﻨﻢ،ﻗﯿﺎﻑﻩ ﺍﻡ،ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﭘﻮﺷﯿﺪﻧﻢ ﻭ
ﺣﺮﻑ ﻫﺎﯾﯽ ﮐﻪ ﻣﯽ ﺯﻧﻢ ﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﻣﻌﻤﻮﻟﯽ
ﻫﺴﺘﻨﺪ.ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﭼﯿﺰ ﻏﯿﺮ ﻣﻌﻤﻮﻟﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ
ﺳﺮﺍﻍ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﭘﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺳﻢ!.ﻭ
ﭼﻪ ﺑﺪ...ﻣﻦ ﻫﯿﭻ ﺍﯾﺪﻩ ﺍﯼ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﺮﺍﯼ ﻧﺠﺎﺕ
ﺩﺍﺩﻥ ﺩﻧﯿﺎ.ﺧﯿﺎﻝ ﭘﺮﺩﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺑﯽ ﻧﯿﺴﺘﻢ.ﻫﻤﻪ ﭼﯿﺰ
ﺭﺍ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺷﮑﻠﯽ ﻣﯽ ﺑﯿﻨﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺴﺖ ﻭ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺭﺍ
ﻫﻤﺎﻧﺠﻮﺭﯼ ﻣﯽ ﭘﺬﯾﺮﻡ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺴﺘﻨﺪ..ﮐﺴﯽ ﺭﺍ
ﺳﻮﺍﻝ ﭘﯿﭻ ﻧﻤﯽ ﮐﻨﻢ.ﺍﺻﺮﺍﺭﯼ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﮐﻪ ﮐﺴﯽ
ﺧﻮﺩﺵ،ﺩﻧﯿﺎﯼ ﺷﺨﺼﯽ ﺍﺵ ﯾﺎ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪ ﻭ
ﺣﺎﻟﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﻭ ﮐﻤﺎﻝ ﺑﺮﺍﯾﻢ ﺗﻮﺿﯿﺢ
ﺑﺪﻫﺪ.ﻓﮑﺮ ﻣﯽ ﮐﻨﻢ ﺍﮔﺮ ﻻﺯﻡ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ ﭼﯿﺰﯼ ﺭﺍ
ﺑﺪﺍﻧﻢ ﺁﺩﻡ ﻫﺎ ﺧﻮﺩﺷﺎﻥ ﻣﯽ ﺁﯾﻨﺪ ﻭ ﻫﻤﺎﻧﻘﺪﺭﯼ
ﮐﻪ ﻻﺯﻡ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻮﺭﺩﺵ ﺑﺮﺍﯾﻢ ﺣﺮﻑ ﻣﯿﺰﻧﻨﺪ.
ﻣﺪﺕ ﻫﺎﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻫﯿﭻ ﺍﺻﺮﺍﺭﯼ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ ﻫﯿﭻ
ﭼﯿﺰﯼ.ﺍﺻﺮﺍﺭﯼ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺮﺁﻭﺭﺩﻩ ﺷﺪﻥ
ﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻪ ﻫﺎﯾﻢ...ﺍﺻﺮﺍﺭﯼ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺍﯾﻨﮑﻪ ﺍﮔﺮ
ﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﺩﻟﺘﻨﮕﺶ ﻣﯽ ﺷﻮﻡ،ﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﺩﻟﺘﻨﮕﻢ
ﺷﻮﺩ.ﺍﮔﺮ ﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺶ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ،ﺩﻭﺳﺘﻢ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻪ
ﺑﺎﺷﺪ...ﺍﺻﺮﺍﺭﯼ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ ﻓﻬﻤﯿﺪﻩ ﺷﺪﻥ،ﺑﻪ
ﺍﯾﻨﮑﻪ ﯾﮑﯽ ﮔﻮﺵ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ ﺑﺮﺍﯼ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻫﺎﯼ
ﮐﻮﭼﮏ ﻭ ﺑﺰﺭﮔﻢ..ﺍﺻﺮﺍﺭﯼ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ ﻏﺎﻓﻠﮕﯿﺮ
ﺷﺪﻥ،ﺑﻪ ﻋﻮﺽ ﮐﺮﺩﻥ ﺍﻃﺮﺍﻓﯿﺎﻧﻢ،ﺑﻪ ﺍﺛﺒﺎﺕ
ﺩﺭﺳﺖ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﻋﻘﺎﯾﺪﯼ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﻫﻢ ﻫﯿﭻ
ﺍﻃﻤﯿﻨﺎﻧﯽ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺭﺳﺖ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺸﺎﻥ.ﻣﻦ
ﻣﻌﻤﻮﻟﯽ ﺍﻡ ﻭ ﻣﻌﻤﻮﻟﯽ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﻫﯿﭻ ﻏﻤﮕﯿﻦ
ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻧﻈﺮﻡ.!ﻣﻌﻤﻮﻟﯽ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﻓﻘﻂ ﺧﯿﻠﯽ
ﻣﻌﻤﻮﻟﯽ ﺳﺖ...ﺷﺎﯾﺪ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻣﻌﻤﻮﻟﯽ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﻢ
ﺧﻮﺏ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ ﺑﺮﺍﯼ ﺑﻘﯿﻪ..ﯾﮑﺠﻮﺭﯼ ﮐﻪ ﺟﺎﯼ
ﺧﺎﻟﯽ ﺍﻡ ﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺷﺎﻥ ﺑﯿﺎﯾﺪ،ﻧﻪ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﺩ
ﻫﯿﭻ ﺩﺭﺩﯼ ﺑﭙﯿﭽﺪ ﺗﻮﯼ ﺩﻟﺸﺎﻥ.....