۱۳۹۱ آبان ۱, دوشنبه

Lesson 207

My dear sunshine,

It is my job, as your father, to convince you that if you ever feel sorry for yourself, you are just wasting your time.

Love,

Your father

۱۳۹۱ شهریور ۱۱, شنبه

No rules

My dear sunshine,

It is hard for me to 'write letters' to you without getting sentimental. This sentence that indicate something is hard does not have a value nor serves any purpose per se. Anyway, my intention was to be loyal to the style of this blog as it was created but the more I try, the less I succeed in sticking to the unwritten rule of these notes.

Maybe I should ironically follow the main rule, which was brought to my attention by the same man who started this, of writing/blogging that is "There are no rules!" which has also been confirmed by His Highness Rumi.


I should just admit that, no matter what, I can not help but to get emotional when it comes to anything that is one way or another related to you, let alone writing to you.

Love,

Your father

۱۳۹۱ مرداد ۱۵, یکشنبه

A heavenly ride through our silence

My dear sunshine,

"Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun..."

Love,

Your father

PS. Borrowed those words from David Gilmour, I'm quite sure he won't mind.