{"id":1143,"date":"2023-07-16T23:39:31","date_gmt":"2023-07-16T20:09:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hossein.id.ir\/blog\/?p=1143"},"modified":"2023-08-06T16:58:36","modified_gmt":"2023-08-06T13:28:36","slug":"%da%98%d9%88%d8%b1%d9%86%d8%a7%d9%84-%d8%b4%d9%85%d8%a7%d8%b1%d9%87-%db%b1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hossein.id.ir\/blog\/?p=1143","title":{"rendered":"Journal No1"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I drive around the city with a feverish pace, relentlessly seeking any trace of my beloved. My eyes jump from one vehicle to another, searching the streets for her car or any signs of her presence. Though I am aware of the futility and confusion of this pursuit, it surprisingly grants me a semblance of tranquility.<\/p>\n

As the urban landscape unfolds before me, memories of our shared moments flood my thoughts. The echoes of laughter, the tenderness of her touch\u2014everything that defined our togetherness. Yet, she disappeared without a trace, leaving behind an emptiness that consumed me. Engaging in this wild chase is an escape route, a mean to momentarily alleviate the ache within.<\/p>\n

Time stretched, languid and unforgiving, as I pressed on, guided solely by the dim glow of distant streetlights. Perhaps my quest wasn’t about finding her at all. It was about grappling with my own fractured existence, seeking redemption in the act of searching.<\/p>\n

Elliott Smith’s haunting melodies filled my car, matching the turbulence within me. As his voice whispered through the speakers, I couldn’t help but judge myself. I felt weak, unable to cope with this overwhelming situation. The tears threatened to spill, but I held them back, refusing to break down. Yet I felt like a ship wreck, 12000 feet under ocean , laying low on the sea bed.<\/p>\n

Oh is there an end to this sorrow?<\/p>\n

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“Seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.” -Matthew 7:7<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n