About two months ago I bought a motorcycle. Most of the people who found out about it told me I was unnecessarily putting my life at risk. Since then I had to hear a lot of stories about how their friends got hurt or lost their lives riding motorcycles. This is she:
Well, I have some news for you: we all are going to die, one day or another. We end up so alienated towards death because we naturally don’t want to die, so we just forget about it. We are not capable to get use to the fact that life and death are just two sides of the same coin. I faced death 3 times in my life and I can assure that if it is quick you won’t even notice.
Third time I faced death
Today we are here, your eyeballs read these characters in your screen, written by my fingers, and tomorrow maybe your eyeballs or my fingers will be rotting like any lifeless meat would do. Who cares? Some relatives, few friends… It doesn’t really matter actually. Only few things that you did will be left behind: a document, a table, some money, a child perhaps. Still, it doesn’t matter anyway because even the Earth is temporary.
So what is life for? Again, unfortunately, nobody knows. Maybe is to appreciate death? Or maybe just to play with her? I may be sounding too pessimistic, apocalyptical or just non-sense but in fact it is precisely this brevity of life that amuses me every single day. Not like paranoia, but like a strange luck that makes me feel “hungry and foolish” everyday (like the Steve Jobs’ famous “do-what-you-love-to-do” speech, below). After all, learn how to ride a big motorcycle over roads and mountains ahead of you is amazing.
After great excitement waiting for what would be found in Iranian soil, I must confess I got a little disappointed in a positive way. I am here just for three days now but life in Teheran look less chaotic and stressing than Sao Paulo (Brazil) or most of the Latin American capitals.
It is true that women need to cover their heads, cars and motorcycles don’t respect anything (actually they have their own crazy traffic norms) and information is controlled by government (TVs, radios and internet). However, my sensation after watching people on the streets and talking to educated Iranians dismantle a certain myth previously studied in western magazines and books: that life under such an oppressive regime is unbearable and women are not free. People can leave under those circumstances quite calmly and happily. We humans get used to anything. We, common people like me and you, will always find ways to date, work, have fun and survive despite of the environment. And people who are enjoying power will always create ways to remain in power. This is what happens here: people survive living their lives quite pleasantly and governments try to keep their power indefinitely (through the excuse of religious tradition).
Bazaar in Teheran
I am not defending the dictatorship imposed to this country by their religious leaders. But I must confess that people can have a quite normal and happy life under their rules, both men and women. On the contrary, I must say that not being able to access information just because it gets filtered by somebody before it gets to you is revolting for anyone who has the minimum sense of criticism. You feel like treated as a child who knows nothing about life and therefore somebody has to protect you from biased information. And this is not a pleasant feeling for a short period of time; I can’t imagine feeling that for decades. But people over here overcome that too, just like I finally found a server that allowed me to publish this post via WordPress.