Small beginnings are much important…

                In one the deepest night. Ramadan nights has always been in a color of mine. Watching environs and loosing yourself upon a careless cold and tiny wind just before the sun dawn. At that point, you forget the sad moment and memories of last sunrise, moments after you forget and forgive everything as in the name of worry. Whatever, writing and thinking something about life as being an intellectually obsessive one seems to me lots of funny and at the same time sad indeed for what I do not know.  Being resistant to the change exists since 500 years ago, at the time when mankind has an grooving importance about being “ideal” or unchangeable, but nowadays being constant in everything is nothing more but being deficiency and banal. We, intellectually obsessive, might be right as for me. Each day passing a way different from the past ones. Like you do not meet you friends like old times, you do not talk about same thing, you do not care about the subjects one time important for you… Is this saying to be always the same, and always being intellectually obsessive? (P.S. when I mean intellectually, I mean as thought, being constant in the way of thinking, and understanding the life).