forever longing for jannah.

you got two choices,
and a life time to make your choice.

infinite bliss?
or temporary fading happiness?

when i stand before him,
i want to have answers.

i choose you, ya allah.

the history of love.

"If I had a camera," I said, "I'd take a picture of you every day. That way I'd remember how you looked every single day of your life."
"I look exactly the same."
"No, you don't. You're changing all the time. Every day a tiny bit. If I could, I'd keep a record of it all."
"If you're so smart, how did I change today?"
"You got a fraction of a millimeter taller, for one thing. Your hair grew a fraction of a millimeter longer."
"They did not!"
"Yes, they did."
"Did not "
"Did too."
"What else?"
"You got a little happier and also a little sadder."
"Meaning they cancel each other out, leaving me exactly the same."
"Not at all. The fact that you got a little happier today doesn't change the fact that you also became a little sadder. Every day you become a little more of both, which means that right now, at this exact moment, you're the happiest and the saddest you've ever been in your whole life."
"How do you know?"
"Think about it. Have you ever been happier than right now, lying here in the grass?"
"I guess not. No."
"And have you ever been sadder?"
"No."
"It isn't like that for everyone, you know. Some people, like your sister, just get happier and happier everyday. And some people, like Beyla Asch, just get sadder and sadder. And some people, like you, get both."
"What about you? Are you the happiest and saddest right now that you've ever been?"
"Of course I am."
"Why?"
"Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you."

the non-perks of being a tree.

if you were a tree,
people would be the leaves.
leaves, fall.
leaves, leave.

care free as care free could be.

a perfectly loud silent conversation with you.
dwelling in nothingness.
hours of coloring.
music in the background.
laughter.
colors.
you.
and me.

blank.

it's raining inside my head.

there's a storm.

and rain.

the being in love.

the waiting.
the exhilaration.
how time speeds up and then slows all of a sudden.
the stomach turning, and the butterflies.
the details.
the little things.
and all the words you say.
and all the words you don't. can't.

how you nearly experience being out of your own body. being out of you.
when they are only, close enough.

you are thirsty. for them.

magnets.

two poles of a magnet,
they are one.
attracting and repelling through infinity.
i need me you.
you need you, me.
they are one.
one pole ceases to exist without the other.
we are one.

the puzzle.

- انتي مجنونة.

انا مش مجنونة.

-بس دة احلي جنان في الدنيا. 

اشمعني بقي؟

-عشان جنانِك دة، ماشي مع جناني.

pieces - long lost.

i think i found a piece of you.

your smile.
your fears.
your giggling sound.

the way you talk.
the way you look.
the way you listen.

i think, you have a piece of me, too.

ralentir.

and you do something as stupid as smiling my way ..
and my pearls,
fall.
one .. by one.

how i conquer the world.

thoughts gone wild.

all the things you said,
all the things i heard.
ever since i knew,
you'd disappear.

only girl in your world.

i don't want you to make me feel like i am the only girl left in the world.
love me. like i am the only one that you will ever love.
cause there are a lot of girls in the world,
yet,
i am the only girl you'd let inside your world.

a not so short story.

we'd go on a picnic and you'd catch me a butterfly.
and i'd keep it in the jar we keep by our bedside.
one day,
this will be our happiness.
one day,
our kids will let the butterfly, go.
let go. now.

the love/hate relationship i got with attachments.

i think why i constantly feel like running away is that i know there's a sense of relief.
a sense of relief that i am not attached to anything. anyone.
i only got me, myself and I.
and sometimes, that's enough.

but again,
i wouldn't want to run away if you make it worth it to stay.
the togetherness feels good. always.

surprisingly.

you make me want, more.

you make me think. and wonder. and think again.

and it's been a while. 

the ups and downs.

i'd love you because you are you.

because you wake up in the morning and you don't want to get out of bed.
because you'd rather stay in then go out and face the world.
because sometimes it's all too much for you to handle, but you decide to stand up and do it anyway.
because you decide you won't die until you do.
because you are human.

because you smile.

i'd love you. anyway.

with all your atoms and molecules.

i wish you'd love the details that make me, me.
i wish you wouldn't want to change me.

happy birthday, to me.

i've learned that getting closer to allah is the ultimate key for surviving this world.
i've learned that trials are god's way of setting me right back on my path. trials that brought me back to him. trials that are blessings.
i've learned that people will let me down. life will constantly let me down. i will let me down. allah will lift me up.
i've learned to forgive. not necessarily forget. but forgive.
i've learned that although i might have every reason to hate a person, i don't. i won't. because hate only makes you weak. angry.
i've learned that every once in a while, people will surprise me with their kindness. my family and friends are irreplaceable.
i've learned that those who do me wrong are the ones who need my kindness the most.
i've learned that the most precious gift you could give anyone is, duaa.
i still believe in signs.
i still believe in strangers. and the things they can do to you, to change you.
i've proven myself right. i've proven i can do anything if i set my mind to doing it.
i've achieved success.
i've become the strongest person i know of.
i've become the happy person my mum always wanted me to be.
i was inspired. and i tried to inspire.
i've learned to love the difficulties. they shaped me. they made me who i am today. and i like who i am today.
i've changed.
i am proud of me. i am proud of who i were, who i am and who i will be. and at the end of the day, this is what counts.

i am a princess, and my fairytale is yet to happen.

PS:

(twenty.)

you wrote this for me.

"Perfect."

the most merciful, the most forgiving.

and my heart weeps for all the times it spent longing for anything other than you.

for all the life-ly things it sought. 

for all the love wasted. 

my heart weeps.

for all the sins. 

all the things i strive to be.

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.”

—

Apple

the pieces of me.

i am a star fish waiting on shore for the rescuing hands of the sea. 
a serendipity waiting to happen.
a hug at the airport.
a tear.

planet earth.

even though my hands are empty.

literally empty.

i own the world in a prayer. 

things to worry about.

under my skin.

until you see that crease between their eyebrows.
until you see their eyes staring blankly.
until you see their tears, falling.
until you see their color, gone.
until you see them sad.
you will never know what they mean to you.

décédé.

every now and then,
someone leaves.
every now and then.
someone you don't know.
a neighbor.
your grand ma.
every now and then.
your best friend.

soon,
not many would be left.
it gets closer.
reflect upon it.

relive.

i closed my eyes.
trying to take in everything i felt.
trying to engrave in my memory how it's like,
to be happy.

veil of the heart.

39 days, 10 hours, and 29 minutes.

40 days (minus one) since I’ve been veiled.

And the same question still lingers on people’s lips.

“Howa enti et7agebti leih?”

83489439834 times is the number of times I’ve been asked that question.

At first, I used to just hunch my shoulders and smile.

But then someone did not want to stop there; he went on, “la2 begad, howa enti et7gebti leih?”

And then it hit me.

Howa ana et7agebt leih?

Pictures of brides keep popping around from nowhere.

Thoughts of, what will I do when I travel?

Picture of me pre-veil keep popping around from nowhere, too.

Thoughts of, “I could have just started wearing more decent clothes. I did not have to cover my hair.”

Howa ana et7agebt leih?

Yes, I did look pretty with my hair.

Yes, I could have worn everything I want.

Short dresses. Backless dresses. Swim suits.

Yes, I would have wanted to be not veiled on my wedding day, and honeymoon.

And this is exactly why I am veiled.

I don’t know if I could actually put into words.

But nothing equals the happiness, serenity and joy you feel when you win your jihadi battle over yourself, and give up something to Allah.

I chose to cover myself up for Allah.

And with this I get to choose who’s worthy of seeing what.

I am not just a body.

I am not just an object that men get to look at for their pleasure.

I chose to put my faith on display rather than my looks.

It’s not just covering your hair with a piece of cloth.

Veil, is the veil of your heart.

I am, my veil.

And no,

I don’t answer to the slaves of Allah on earth.

I answer to their king.

When this kind of nonsense makes sense to you,

Know that you are ready for the submission.

not so common sense.

it's like you are gravity,
and i am a tide.

on the hardest type of jihad.

you push them away cause it's the right thing to do.
you push them away, when you want them the most.
you push them away, cause you can't have them the right way.

a part of you is joyful,
you've overcome your nafs.
you are a jihadi.
but a little tiny part,
has a curved mouth,
downwards.

for me. for you.

i don't know if you can understand this.
but leaving you, was loving me.

detoxication of the thoughts.

you keep trying to creep in,
but i will keep fighting to shut you out. 

you always manage to appear.
out of the blues.
unexcused. 

brb.
you are being filtered.

non. sense.

و ناس بتحبهم و انت لسة مقبلتهمش.
وتصاحب ناس متعرفش عنهم حاجة.
وناس ضحكتهم تحكيلاك.
و قطط سودة محدش بيحبها.
و الشمس تيجي و تروح.

و انا باجري ورا الراينبوا.

و الف ليلة و ليلة.
و سلالم مش عارفة هي عايزة اية، عايزاك تطلع ولا تنزل.
و كراسي البحر قاعدة لوحدها علي البحر.
و الملايكة بتنام علي السحاب.

و انا لابسة فستان و برقص علي السما.

a thought.

عايزة ربنا يطبطب عليا.

i will give time, some time.

i am waiting for a surprise.
i am waiting for a surprise from god.

i have faith.

on my birthday.
maybe?

like the flowing river.

a rush of thoughts that can not possibly be translated into any words i know of.

the loves.

ice creams. that last part in a cone ice cream.
music.
listening to Quran.
sun rise.
smell of books.
your smell.
the beach.
things that make me think.
art.
babies.
photographs.
praying.
saying the same duaa over and over again, and knowing that god won't get bored and that eventually i will get what i ask for.
weddings.
water colours.
conversations about everything and nothing.
clothes. especially if i bought them while shopping alone.
my mum.
family and their gatherings.
best friends.
anonymous smiles.
sticky notes.
cameras.
ear rings.
nail polish.
knowing something new about islam.
steamed vegetables.
coloured pepper.
kites.
butterflies.
mountains.
the sand.
paint brushes.
the circus.
ramadan.
reading about prophet mohamed.
the mess.
eye lashes.
fun fair.
rings.
balloons.
school. especially IGCSE.
a decent tan.
roller coasters.
pencil colours.

destiny.

could it have been better?

could i have been happier?

no.

cause god knows best.

happy/sad thing.

i can't seem to find my heart.

except when i think.

and now, you may kiss the bride.

a wave goes back home to it's shore.
we stand there.
i look into your eyes.
you brush that strand of hair from my mouth.
i smile.

silence.

your eyes.
and just like the wave,
i go back home,
to you.
you smile.

on the surprises of black, white and red.

i am the circus.

a colorful caravan that stands out
full of fun
and magic
and happiness.
a colorful caravan that's full of surprises.

a wonderland on it's own.
a wonderland,
that comes and goes.

and just like the caravan,
i leave.

on thoughts and hair. and you.

like that one strand that refuses to get straightened.

refuses to lie about who she is.

it stays, curled.

filtering my thoughts,

there's always one that refuses to lie too.

i send a prayer for you.

To do what i came here to do.
To do it with love.

To fullfil my purpose.
And never give up.

Amen.

vanishing point.

this must be how a dot feels inside an encyclopedia.

I am a water fall.

Imagine a water fall stopping.

While falling down,
water stops.
Defying gravity.
It stops right there, in mid air.
While falling.
It stops.

That's how i stop. Too.

Things that don't exist. Yet.

An eighth day, in a week.
A twenty fifth hour, in a day.

Tooth fairy.
Santa clause.
Talking pets.
Imaginary friends.
Monsters under our bed.

Aliens.
Pirates.
Unicorns.
Pet dinosaurs.

An ocean of chocolate.
A rainbow of butterflies.

You.
And I.

You thought you'd get it.

- tightly.

Elhamdulelah.

I've always said,
i am one of the very unluckiest of all people.
Now that i know god tests those He loves.
I know i am,

the luckiest.

Still tangled up.

That day i caught you whispering to above.

You said you were asking,

why do you love me so much.

I still wonder every now and then,

if you ever got your answer. 

Statements.

You had a point when you said,

i'd want other things.

I want other things.

But i still, want you. Too.

L' absence.

Days like this,
is when i miss you the most.

And i wonder.

Why does it have to be like this?

Infinite loops of thinking and unthinking.

I don't make sense.

Hjsmfmmshf.

If only i could get a butterfly to put into words how it feels when it gets caught.

A rush of happiness.

Something about this feeling,
makes me think that, maybe,
you and I,
never left.

Parallels.

Why is it that when we dream of someone,
it means they miss us.

I miss you.

You are there.
They are all, there.

And,
i am here.

Does that make me special?

Signed, sealed, delivered.

Dear future me,

You have been through a lot.

And you've made it, to the other side.

With a smile.

You are not as good as they think you are.

You are so much better.

They have tried to bring you down with each and every possible way.

They have lied to you.

Cheated on you.

Backstabbed you.

They have tried to change you.

You have loved.

Left.

And lost.

You have, lived.

You will be rewarded for your patience, faith and courage.

You don't have to wait anymore.

This is eternal.

Be happy.

Sincerely, 

               Me.

The brushed aside feelings.

Why does the weather feel like you?

I wrote this for, me.

What is bound to happen, will happen anyway.
And there's nothing i can do, that can ever stop it from happening.
All i can ever do, is pray.
For the things i want.
For the things i need.
For the things i wish for.
Pray with absolute faith, that someday,
i will have them.
If god wills.
Until then,
patience.

Autumn.

For what you show,
and who you are,
are two completely different territories.

I'd cross my heart,
hope to die.
I promise you.
You are not who you are trying to be.

I miss you.

My.

I live in a parallel universe in my mind.

People think i am crazy.
They can't understand that,
i feel,
prisoned.

In their reality.

The halves of words.

I was good with words.
But since i gave up speaking.
I do not know what i want to say anymore.

Sadness is consuming.

The passing feeling.

If you say it out loud,
it becomes reality.

So you just have to,
keep it to yourself.

The runaway feelings.

If you ever experienced a feeling,
you can not quite put into words.

You have got yourself,
a sanctuary.

What you became.

You turned to nothing,
in my atmosphere.

Every little thing,
that was once great,
and,
nothing.


Absolutely,
nothing.

Alienation.

And i feel like throwing all the WH questions at you.

The voices in my mind.

I've been going in circles for too long,
that i forgot how to draw a straight line.

Bohemian Wish.

An island.
You.
And me.

My wish.

To stop doing what ever i am doing.
To stop doing.
To stop wanting.
To leave.

Wishes.

For you to be, mine.
And only, mine.
Forever.

For me to be always with, you.
And only, you.
Forever.

To be held, like you will never,
let go.

Claims.

If you think you understand me,
you don't know me.

Becoming an alien in your own world.

And i type,

and delete,

and type and type and type,

and then, 

delete.

I can't even put it into words.

I can't find something to compare it to.

I do not know, how i feel like.

On thinking.

I think too much,
that i start forgetting the fine line between what i made up in my thoughts,
and what is real.

Will it ever make sense?

It is not feeling too much that hurts.

Neither not feeling at all.

Not making sense.

That is what aches me. 

The unexisting home.

I feel,
home sick.

Pictures.

Sometimes,
i watch pictures,
to remember how happy i was then.

To visualize.
To relive.
To just,
remember.

Sometimes. 

The truth.

Truth is,
the most cheerful of people,
are those who are most depressed.

I don't know what is more sad.

Is it me,
being too cheerful.
Or me believing my pretense.

Paradox.

It only hurts when you breathe.

It will be fine.

Because the sun, always shines,
again.

When words become, daggers.

Because words,
hurt.

Writing them down.
Saying them aloud.

Does not help.

They hurt.
You hurt.
I hurt.

The loss.

You will never see them again.

And if you do, 

it will hurt to look them in the eye.

You will never get to touch them again.

After memorizing the contours that shape their face.

You'd still recognize their voice,

among a crowd.

You know how hard it is, 

losing someone.

Try losing,

yourself. 

Inside your heart.

It's dark inside, and i am all alone.
I am in your heart, and i am all alone. 
Does that mean i won?
I am in your heart. 
All alone. 
And i feel, home.
I am in your heart. 
But how can i be alone, 
when it's yours.

A part of you.

A part of you longs. 


A part of you longs, 
and nothing helps it become better. 


A part of you aches. 
The middle of your chest, 


hurts.

What is it?

It's close to drowning.

But more like flying.

I feel like falling.

But again i am flying.

It's like i hold my breath for too long.

And then my lungs get filled with all the oxygen in the world.

I am here.

I am coming back, here.

But i am not quite here, yet.

Where am I?

I do not know.

And i love it.

Alien feeling.

I don't quite know,
how to put it into words.

How you make me feel?

I do not know.

2 cm.

You don't know how much strength it takes.

For me to be me,
and stand right here,
infront of you,
look you in the eyes,
and,
remember to,

breath. 

You will never know,
unless you are me,
and you are 2 centimeters away,
from you.

Life.

To choose between right or wrong.

To be the person you want to be,

or the person they make you.

To decide to destroy the world,

or make it a better place.

To do what you wish,

or what you are supposed to do.

To need what you want,

and want what you need.

To have loved, and lost.

To live.

I am thinking of you.

I miss you.

You are consuming me.

You are consuming my thoughts.

My mind.

Me.

So,

i might as well go, get busy,

think of you.

Live.

I think, that's the way life says goodbye to us. 

The end, is very close. 

Make sure, 

to make what's left, 

worth it.

Toy world.

I always had this tiny bit of hope despite everything. 

I am not sure I can find it inside of me, 

anymore.

We are more like toys. 

We have this smile plastered on our faces, 

when inside, 

we've died a thousand times.

The unexplained pain.

I wish i could feel your pain for you. 

Maybe then it would be better, 

feeling pain for an obvious reason.

Because unexplained pain is by far, the worst kind of pain.

And if, you did not kill me. 

Why do i feel immortal?

Humanity, RIP.

Sun shines, 

souls go back to their god.

And i grieve for the souls of people i'd never get the chance to meet. 

Souls that parted, 

alone and scared.

And I keep wondering how you do it. 

Sleep. 

Knowing a mother can't breathe, 

because her heart hurts.

Because death does kill more than just the person it takes.

Maybe we weren't physically killed. 

But we are being emotionally killed, 

each passing minute of every passing day. 

May we rest in peace.

Slow, death.

Death is not what happens when your heart stops beating. 

Death is what happens when your heart aches & there's nothing you can do about it.

It doesn't necessarily happen in a friction of a second. 

Death sometimes happen, 

a bit by bit, 

moment by moment. 

Slow, death.

Which makes me think. 

What is worse: the sudden end to a life? or the gradual death of hope or love?

The sanity.

And at the hospital, the most beautiful baby girl was placed into her mother's loving arms.

At the kids' first day at school, a kid fell down, but before he started to cry, his new best friend rushed to his side.

A guy and a girl have been in love for the past 10 years, they are getting married tonight

An old man just bought flowers for his wife. They are celebrating their 50Th. anniversary with their children, and grand children.

A boy went out today, and he will be going back to his house, at night.

A cat just gave birth to 10 small kittens. She's scared. But she won't eat them. They will keep living on.

And in my throat, i feel a knot for all the loves that might have been, but weren't.

So, maybe the world is wrong today.

But was it ever really right?

And i am stuck here, 

making up stories,

trying to find the sanity in this world.

Martyrs.

Someone woke up today. 
Someone woke up today, 
but they won't be waking up tomorrow. 
Thanks to you.


And there are a bed and a cover, 
that wont be touched nor occupied tonight. 
Because their owner, won't be going home. 
For ever.


And meanwhile we close our eyes, 
souls are opening their's to a more beautiful place. 


And as he takes his final breath, 
he sees the starless sky, 
for the very last time. 
He closes his eyes. 
He flies.
Sound of sirens, 
the background music.


Its going to shake, 
like an earthquake. 
But then, 
an eternal bliss.


And if you say,

you did not kill us with your bullets, 

then why do we feel, dead?

Allahu Akbar.

And the Azan is the background music, 
as people fall down to their knees. 
Souls part. 
Eyes close.


A knot in the throat, tied with thousands of feelings that you can't get out.

And darkness, descends.

The will.

And i wonder,

how many people woke up today,

with the will,

to destroy the world.

Or make it a better place. 

You will be, fine.

One day, you will wake up and you will feel something is not there anymore.
The pain. 
It's gone. 
You are perfectly fine.
You will miss them, but it won't hurt as much.
Your heart learns to live with it, that the pain becomes a part of it.


Until someone mentions them.

On elevators.

Elevators. 
Elevators are just like life. They go up. They go down. The ride could be really long, or a lightening's speed fast.
In elevators, You could meet the love of your life, but before you know it, they would have already stepped out on their chosen floor.
Or maybe you were too busy, talking to someone else, that you missed them.


You make choices, in elevators. They are a mean, towards your chosen destination.

Make it true.

I hope you'd never forget how to, breathe.

I hope you'd never lose the will to wake up in the morning, with the intention of making the world, a much more better place.

I hope you never lose the ability to laugh. Even if, nothing funny has been said.

I hope you could some day look back at all of this, and smile. Because, i know you can.

I hope you never let the people who look up to you, down. Because that would be a hell lot of people.

I hope you realize how much you are more better than the person, you wish you were. Because, you are much more better, you know.

I hope all your love songs, never become, sad songs.

I hope you realize how many people fell in love with your smile, while you weren't looking.

I hope you realize, how wonderful the world is, now that you exist.

I hope you know how much you mean to a person, before it's too late.

I hope you recognize the love of your life, when you get to see them, for the very first time.

I hope you know how the good you did to that same person who hurt you, changed their life.

I hope you know by heart, how everything good you ever do, you get rewarded for. Maybe if not now, surely later.

I hope god's love, would never part you.

I hope you never lose faith in what tomorrow could bring. Because you never know when the best day of your life could be.

I hope you always mean the words you say.

I hope you'd never lose yourself, in the chaos of life.

I hope you always have something to look forward too. Even, if you just made it up.

I hope you always see the best in yourself, in everyone you meet.

I hope you know how by just existing, you influenced a lot of lives.

I hope you know that the most awkward moments of your life, are not remembered by anyone, but you. And when you remember them, you laugh.

I hope you never let something that makes you happy, go.

I hope u always go to sleep, smiling. Because one of these days, it might be the very last time u close ur eyes, so do it, with a smile.

I hope small things, would always matter to you, more than big things.

I hope you always know how some people will always be there for you, even if you pushed them away.

I hope you know how the bad times are there to contrast the good ones. So you might as well, enjoy the crying.

I hope you know how the most interesting people alive, are those who always felt, too much.

I hope you know how some people, replay all the things you ever told them. And how it makes them smile.

I hope you know, how someone gets butterflies, just because they think of you.

I hope you know, how you make people's days, without realizing.

But, i only hope. You on the other hand, can always make that come true. Please do.

How to miss someone.

Miss someone until you don’t.

Miss someone, to the point that when you reunite with them, you got nothing on your mind to say, except i miss you.

Miss someone, because the end of missing someone, is indescribable.

Miss someone, to know how good it feels, to not miss someone.

Miss someone, to know why you keep holding on.

Miss someone, to know how would it be, if you ever let them go.

Miss someone until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs.

Miss someone, until you can't anymore.

Miss someone, because it feels good knowing there's someone you love too much, that you actually miss.

Miss someone, and tell them you miss them.

Miss someone, until them becoming a part of you is the only way to stop missing them.

How strange love works.

Promising someone to love them forever is just plain stupid.
Because, we all know, we can't love someone forever.


At one point or another, we are going to hate them. We are going to hate their existence. Because we love them.


You will want to kill them. Slap them. Hug them. Kick them. And then, hug, hug, hug, hug and hug them.
You hate them, because you love them too much.


You can never really love someone forever. You can only guarantee to love them in the now. In that second. Moment.


So, when i tell you that i love you, i mean i love you, in that particular moment, only.
2 seconds from that, i might want to beat the hell out of you. Only because, i loved you, 2 seconds ago.


So, yeah, love works in strange ways.

A question, for the after life.

So, speaking matter of fact-ly, let's list all the things, we can do.


You can  drive really fast, and you can change your sex.
You can find friends without having to go look out for them, and you can see movies in your own house.
You can order food, and it will come right to your doorstep. And you won't have to do one tiring thing.
You can fly to any city you want to meet anyone, or you can talk to them on the phone. You could also, text/chat with them.
You can have bright light twenty-four hours a day without having to do a thing, and you can listen to any music you want anytime, anywhere.
You can find people everywhere who like exactly the same things you do, and you can print your own books.
You can buy almost anything from the other side of the earth, and you can build a house in a day.
You can be perfectly warm or cool at every moment, despite the season.
You can see the space through telescopes. And you can keep milk fresher longer than ever before.
You can visit caged wild animals in the middle of a city. And better off, you can have them with you at home. Virtual ones.
You can buy things to make you see and hear better, and you can live anywhere you want.
You can get your face like when it was new like a barbie, and you can be sick and not die for a really really long time.


BUT, WHY THE HELL CAN'T YOU FIGURE OUT A WAY, TO BE HAPPY, LIKE, ALL THE TIME?