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فريدريك باكمان
كارل فريدريك باكمان (من مواليد 2 يونيو 1981) هو صحفي سويدي ومدون وكاتب. وهو مؤلف "رجل يدعى أوف "(2012)، "جدتي طلبت مني أن اقول لكم انها آسفة" (2013) ...
من الصعب تقبل أحدهم فكرة أنه على خطأ، وبالتحديد إذا كان على خطأ لفترة طويلة من الزمن.
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هل يجب حقًا أن يكون انتحارك، من دون استمرار الآخرين بإزعاجك، أمرًا صعبًا؟
إنه شيء غريب أن يصبح المرء يتيماً في سنّ السادسة عشرة، وأن تفقد عائلتك قبل فترة طويلة من إنشائك عائلة خاصة بك لتحلّ محلها. إنّه نوع خاص جدّاً من الشعور بالوحدة.
كل ما يريده هو أن يموت، فلماذا لا يستطيع هؤلاء المجانين أن يحترموا ذلك؟
كان هو رجل الأسود والأبيض.
وهي كانت بالألوان؛ كلّ الألوان التي يعرفها.
يجد أحدنا طريقة للعيش في سبيل مستقبل شخص آخر
غداً يوم جيًد، مثل سواه، لينتحر المرء.
If there was one thing that made people forget to dislike one, it was when they were given the opportunity to talk about themselves.
He believed so strongly in things: justice and fair play and hard work and a world where right just had to be right. Not so one could get a medal or a diploma or a slap on the back for it, but just because that was how it was supposed to be
But sorrow is unreliable in that way. When people don't share it, there's a good chance that it will drive them apart instead.
Death is a strange thing. People live their whole lives as if it does not exist, and yet it's often one of the great motivations for living. Some of us, in time, become so conscious of it that we live harder, more obstinately, with more fury. Some need its constant presence to even be aware of its antithesis. Others become so preoccupied with it that they go into the waiting room long before it has announced its arrival. We fear it, yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves. For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.
Loving someone is like moving into a house. At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake has been made, you weren't actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it's cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.
