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San Francisco CA.
Monday, October 08, 2001

My dear friend!

How can it be that on the worst days life can be so beautiful and on the best days life can be so sad and painful? I do not know and do not want to find out. I just remember how I felt once, few years back, as I walked the streets of NY, searching for someone who can give love just with a look, just with a smile.
My search had just begun and I was ready to embrace the world and whatever it wanted to give me. I was happy to be there and did not want more.
But today, I want so much that I forget to smile or to look with my heart.
Isn't it sad?

I keep telling myself of those old stories I heart growing up. I keep telling my heart to come down off of his high horses and to walk a mile or two with me on my journey, even though it would slow me down. And I wish so much that I had already arrived.
Or do I?

But my heart is in the stars telling me that only the destination can be judged as worth or not and how tearful and tired he has grown by traveling, eating and sleeping every night and day with this pain and agony that his reality represents.

He has reached a point, he says, where there is no more good or bad to outweigh each other. There is only pain, blames, hopes and dreams, all scattered through the wooden floors, broken as pieces of glass, where each particle representing a specific time in space outweighed by a souvenir of love or hate or...
And all this, in a room where hope is heavier than the most humid of our days in Florida.

I read a story of a man who always had God on his side wherever he went. As he walked through life, he could clearly see God’s footprints side by side with his prints on the sand. After a while, his life got very hard. As he lost all that he had achieved and all those he loved, he could no longer see two pairs of prints on the sand. So he cried out to God and asked him what he had done to be deserted on this land; what did he do for God to go away and leave him alone on his journey, at the worst time of his life. And one day, an Angel came down and told him that he was not alone. The Angel said that the pair of prints he sees on the sand are God’s mark who's carrying him in his arms through the ruff times of his journey.

It's simply called HOPE!

W/Love
Farhad.