فلسفة الواقع

Forced to live in a reality that does not match our feelings __!!

Sometimes we wish our dreams were true__

Sometimes we wish our reality was a dream.

We leave our reality with boxes of dreams

Then we grow up and our dreams fall like autumn leaves

Thus, our life is a dream that comes true and a dream that falters...

Is it normal for a person in the prime of his youth to be depressed and sad, and at this age he is supposed to live his brightest and most beautiful days?

But life exhausted us with successive blows until we got tired of everything and became nothing