Thirty-four years ago yesterday, I woke up in a strange bed, in unfamiliar surroundings, just like I did yesterday morning. Except, this time, it was by choice. Since my first night in Canada, November 28, 1980, I've lost my softness, faith, innocence and trust. In the process, I've gained two degrees, a career, two divorces, a pension, and two properties. Nothing to grieve, nothing to celebrate, merely an exchange of goods.
As much as waking up far from my revolution-ridden homeland meant deliverance, waking up in Liberty Village, over three decades later, felt more like real freedom. In order to honour the cosmic coincidence, for a year, I'm going to live as if I have only one year to live. Of course, such insane modus operandi will justify extravagance and excuse out-of-character behaviour, such as giving up making promises or commitments. I'll be a mood worshiper, I'll go where my mood takes me, I'll eat, do and buy what my mood tells me.
According to an ancient Turkish folk character, Nasr-Al-Deen, good judgement comes from experience, experience comes from bad judgement. So, let the games begin!
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