when you are a kid, you know nothing about life. you are a tiny creature messing around, and after you piss everyone off, you'll finally go to play with your toys. and when you are an adult, you've gotten way deeper into life. you're done with kindergarten, you're over with elementary school, you finished middle school, no more high school, you've gotten into college, graduated university, and now you're looking after your life. what life? the life you built during adolescence. that's the point! the life you built during adolescence.
or, in another words, the lifestyle you sought for in addition to the person you raised, being a teenager doesn't mean being depressed or always stressed out and anxious, being a teenager doesn't mean you're psychologically not okay. teenage is the age that moves you from a kid to an adult. you don't have so many responsibilities yet, you're not irresponsible, you don't have a lot of work to do yet, you're not living leisurely, you're not an adult who doesn't play at all yet, you're not a child who spends their days playing. a part of you is discovering life, and the other is constructing it. i know how hard it is for you to stay home studying while others at your age are partying, hanging out, and having fun, but you'll find the results of that night you pulled studying. you're the architect drawing the blueprint of your life, dreaming of how you want it to be. likewise, you're the builder building it. you choose whether to build a house where blustery weather gets it all down or to build a house where no one and nothing can ruin it. the ball is in your court. burn the midnight oil so, older you will thank you, make sumptuous life wait for you!

سامرتایم تموم شد و سدنس باقیست.

there is a quiet in my heart, like one who rests from days of pain
outside, the sparrows on the roof are chirping in the dripping rain
rain in my heart; rain on the roof; and memory sleeps beneath the gray
and windless sky and brings no dreams of any well remembered day
i would not have the heavens fair, nor golden clouds, nor breezes mild,
but days like this, until my heart to loss of you is reconciled
i would not see you. every hope To know you as you were has ranged
i, who am altered, would not find The face i loved so greatly changed

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strawberry fields

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