When I was 18 I fled to Turkey all on my own from my home in Iran. I had sacrificed my whole life, dedicating it to human rights in a country that its brutal government counts the human rights activists as criminals.... So I left... I had to... I was not scared. I mostly was just insecure finding myself in absolute darkness in somewhere and nowhere.
I needed a path. So I picked one, and it brought me to Canada; my forever home.
All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be ok with that. I had no need for material possessions, money or even close friends with me on my journey.
I was curious even though I was mostly guarded, mostly shy, what I really wanted is to hug every single person I met and ask them a thousand questions about their definition of a life lived well and if they have ever been in love and how they could go on when that love disappeared, because I was struggling. People have been always fascinating me because I cannot seem to understand them, and they rarely understand me. The way they can live and breathe and simply be, when I cannot even look at myself in the mirror without questioning every line.
I have a different attitude toward this life. I believe in the beauty in small things, like the tea in the morning with someone you love, road-trips to nowhere and oceans. Getting lost in the forests and not trying to get found. I love challenges because I am born to prove myself and other people wrong. I still do not know where I am going, but I am in my way, with few goals in my head, and I am giving all my passion to this journey of my life..
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