There were those who thought I would give up.
Perhaps someone's conscience was put at ease.
Their conscience talked too much to them,
The inner voice was all mixed up.

But life was not so CHEAP,
It came when it was time to come.
It was the moment when you realized,
It was one of those moments when the truth would be revealed one by one.

It should not be worried that research and investigations will continue tirelessly,
Be assured that everything covered in dirt will be exposed one by one.
A mind that is very well-matched with time will make this situation,
Sands of time will flow,
That's when the importance of research and investigation will come to light.

In another course of time,
When there is a superhuman justice,
When the time when justice is fully revealed,
Who is standing tall, who is falling will be seen.

Research and investigations will continue,
The truth will be revealed one by one.
Right or wrong of what has been done will inevitably be judged,
But you won't do it, you're not human. You are weak.

Some situations should exceed us,
There should be divine power or whatever you call it there.
Lightning should strike us, winds should blow us from here to there.
That's when we'll really understand what we're doing.

Waiting to give up, waiting to submit,
Unfortunately, passing through this stage has become fashionable.
But it was not a situation that could be forced or followed.
However, what happened has been experienced, what needs to be seen has been seen.

Is today over? No, it's not.
It's 2:30 am and I'm still standing.
My trash metal is playing, my voice inside is getting clearer.
The only thing echoing is that research and investigations will never end.

The last question as I bid farewell to these lines:
What did human life mean to you as the day came to an end?
Can you write a line about the meaning of life?
Or do you end your night without writing anything with your pen?

Anyways, wherever you come from, that's where you're going.
I don't really believe in the saying "you are what you were at 7 when you're 70".
I don't fall for conservative attitudes.
My way is the way of change, and my direction is different every day.

"I'm on a long and thin road, going day and night," he says.
"You are a worker, stay a worker, put on your overalls," he says.
And he says many more things.
I say something in this life too.

I take my instrument, my words, and myself and hit the road.
I hum something to that time.
Let life know that,
I always say it, I always play it.

I write down my notes, sing my song.
I always carry the taste of freedom with me,
I conduct my research and investigations,
Then I close my eyes to the day.

I am writing an article,
Here I go on the road with my dreams,
To the deepest, infinite and boundless abysses.
I find my way with the meanings of that moment,
Here I take my pen, and we go with many dreams.

I draw a woman's face,
Almost thousands of times!
I visualize scenes that are about to go away from my mind.
At that very moment I take my pen from my desk,
I put its tip on an empty paper,
I start drawing, with all my emotions surging.

While drawing that woman's face,
I leave that moment, that pain, that sorrow, and sometimes happiness in every inch of it!
Each frame tells a different emotion,
And reminds you of yourself!
With each new line,
I move the tip of my pen on an empty paper,
I start to tell everything, or rather, to understand and see!
I realize that a lot has happened in that moment,
I depict it in my self!
While making it even more beautiful, I see myself.

Actually, while portraying that woman and me,
I find myself directing in my dream!
I see her face, her hair, her lips!
I draw everything with great affection.
Emotions spill one by one with each new drawing,
I delve into the depths of emotions!
I dive as if there is no place for other dreams!

I am coming to the end of the article,
I am about to put my pen on my desk.
Even though the article is finished, its effect is still in my mind and heart!
It wanders through every vein of mine, leaving traces constantly.
I put my pen on the desk, but it still remains in my heart!
It found its soul in every line of mine and went to another time, another place!
Now I am also going to another place,
Hoping to meet again...
Here, I wrote down the article, just like that!

We all live in the same place, as human beings. We eat, drink, sleep, pray, yet we continue on; we move forward with our fantasies, whether they come true or not. We write our script into the void and act as individuals. We lived through our past and look to our present, but I don't know what we will do for our future.

Maybe we paint for tomorrow, maybe we write notes or stories. Perhaps we even compose music. We are trying to decide which instrument fits best with our composition. Maybe we categorize instruments based on our emotions. We have our violin, cello, bagpipe, electric guitar, bass guitar, and drum set. We also think about what else could be out there and we know that any other instrument could pop up at any time. We must do our job properly and place something correctly into this world.

Despondency and destruction are everywhere. Maybe humans are naturally found in these situations. Everywhere is covered with lies and bigotry. We should ask ourselves "Why is this so?" Instead of preparing the ground for evil. We could go towards a bigger decline without knowing our limits. Wasn't the biggest sign of the apocalypse the downfall of humanity? Maybe we weren't even aware of it. Suddenly we went down to a level even lower than animals. Did we ever ask why, or did we just try to infect others around us with our own collapse? Did we become the Antichrist? Or Gog and Magog? Could we still be a messiah? Is there a way for this?

Of course, there is. Painting, making music, or sculpting will save us. We will find friendship, sincerity, and honesty at the tip of our pen. The notes in the corner of our soul will give us rhythm. Should it be 4/4 or 13/8? Do we have to go straight on a path? Should our rhythms be irregular? I don't know. The only thing we know is that people surround themselves with lies and deception. The place of honor has been replaced by dishonor, the place of dignity has been replaced by undignified behavior. This is exactly where the beginning of the end started. This is what we need to remember as human beings.

I have tasted many wines in my life.
Some were red, some were white.
Some were sour, some were sweet.
Each had a different intoxicating effect; a kind of side effect.
They made my head spin,
They knocked my feet out from under me.
I have tasted many wines in my life.

Actually, there is a deep story behind the making of each wine:
There is a recklessness, a dizziness;
It has an attracting power..
It takes you away from yourself and doesn't give you back.
And when it gives you back, it puts you in a deep sleep.
You can't get up, and even if you do, it leaves you with a long-lasting and terrible headache.
Nevertheless, most of the time we take our spirits away with those wines.

Like going, coming, traveling, and seeing, I live my life sipping my wine at a tavern.
You drink it in good times, in good memories, and you want new ones.
You imagine the existence of wines that should always be beautifully drunk in your life.
No matter what, you keep drinking until the bitter or sweet taste stays in your mouth. You drink, you drink...

The never-ending effect of wine on your life,
You think living wine intensely is the best.
Even though you know that every experience has an end,
You live the effect of wine with great desire and longing.
But no one knows what the effect of wine will be in the end.
No one can predict, no one can see; only live in the moment.
The effect of wine in your life is like a permanent taste at that moment
And you keep drinking until the end.

I am still here,
Don't think that I have given up.
Shall I share the best thing I know with you?
Life will leave me one day anyway.

How old was I in my profile picture?
Could it be 26? Yes, it could be.
Did I have a earring and a ponytail in my hair back then?
Let me whisper something to your ear:
That ponytail became two, and I even let it grow longer afterwards.

I have lost years of my life;
They might have been my own mistakes. That binds me.
But if those lost years were not my fault,
Who do they bind?

Now I am still here,
I have a bleached yellow head.
Unlike those whose hair has turned white, mine is still bright yellow.
Can I tell you a secret?
It will be very interesting if some silver strands fall on my platinum blonde hair.

Yes, if fate allows, my hair will turn gray.
Who knows, maybe I'll become a musician.
It's a fact that I will always carry art in my soul,
The light I emit will never fade away.

Yes, I am still here,
And I'm not giving up on life.
Shall I share the best thing I know with you?
Life will leave me one day anyway;
Until then, everything else will remain insignificant.

Human beings go back and forth between life and death every moment of the day.
Embrace death every second of life.
Because death can knock on your door suddenly,
Or it can postpone itself,
But death is always waiting for you.

Don't be afraid of death, embrace it.
Live with it every moment but never fear it.
If you have a true spirit, a new life will unfold for you every day.
Always be one with death, smile at it.
Always be ready to invite it in quietly, never be afraid.

Life is your line,
And death is where that line ends.
When death comes to you, make sure your life line will never be erased.
Behave accordingly, live accordingly,
Because death can come at any moment.

Be a painter, draw death in pastel shades.
Be a musician, write death's notes containing both thin and thick sounds.
Be a writer, write a novel with joy, sadness, and enthusiasm.
Carrying the main character of the novel, which is you.
Build your own lute, let its note produce your unique music.
Be a sharer, let everyone know you by these things, taste them and feel them.
Remember, death can come at any moment.
Crown your life, create your line so that it will never be erased.

First a brief explanation: The concept of "catharsis" entered our lives from Buddhist philosophy. It means emotional release in summary.

As far as I understand, this concept is important for psychoanalytic and cognitive therapy. It is definitely a topic that needs to be researched.

So, is the concept of catharsis important for people? It seems to me that it is. Life itself is stressful, it moves very fast and misleading information is constantly increasing. With the addition of attempts at manipulation, life becomes quite unbearable. We are not a healthy nation or society. Many people need treatment. Catharsis can help us in this regard.

Everyone should ask themselves: What is my catharsis? Is it listening to music, playing an instrument, dancing at concerts, or running naked in the rain?

"Catharsis" is a very important issue. A man who works eight hours a day goes to play drums and then writes this article. In fact, all of these are his catharsis. And he is not very tense. Despite waking up with a panic attack in the morning, he will have a good night's sleep.

This country's aggressive approach, consisting of individuals who can eat each other at any moment, and even attacking tourists, is a very bad event. We need to calm down a bit.

It is best to find our own catharsis.

Like everyone else, I am writing my own novel as the protagonist of my own story. I walk on an endless road with an uncertain end, often looking back and complaining to myself during the rarest moments of my life. Although I bring to mind things that are almost yellowed and forgotten, which have been standing on dusty shelves for a long time when I look back, there is a creativity in the characters I will create in the rest of my life and how I will wear them on me. Just like the creativity that exists in the idea of a novel writer going back to the back pages of his book to make it more exciting and provocative in the future.

That novelist talks about finding someone in part of the novel, just like everyone else. He speaks in line after line from that section about something that will add a lot to his novel or rather, a value that will actually be added to himself as the hero of his own novel. In fact, he is looking for a specific person. The novelist imagines that person will be someone like Peyton Sawyer from One Tree Hill. He wants her to be the essence of his life. Then he looks back again. He sees all the Peyton Sawyers in his life. And suddenly he thinks, "Those Peyton Sawyers have always intertwined the lines in his novel, messed up the order of paragraphs." And now he takes his pen a little thoughtfully and cowardly, starts drawing a picture. He draws the picture with those words that are simple, mysterious, timid, but also dedicated to overcoming that fear and even creating new fears and timidity.

That novelist begins to draw the picture, and where the drawing will go is a new Peyton Sawyer. He starts the lines neatly. But as those lines increase, his fears grow, and he has to open up and open his heart. It's as if those lines of text are constantly saying "come to me." At that moment, the novelist tries to adapt to a new world like a being who has stepped into a new creature. But in this situation, he sees many more lines of text. And he knows that when those lines of text come together, the meaning that will be created will fall behind love and it will mean that it will never come back again. But still, he stubbornly writes, writes, writes... Just like everyone else...

Then he realizes that the novelist, like everyone else, "I am also the toy of my own novel."

Actually, he understands at that moment that "I am the toy of those lines of text."

Actually, he realizes that he is "his own toy" in reality... Like everyone else...

I scratch life every day and see that; We also have bread. One bread for each day. Freshly baked, crunchy, warm bread.

As I prepare to say good night to today, That is, as I prepare to bid farewell to the day I lived, I want to say that you fed me. I won't go to bed hungry tonight either. You filled me up with bread. May God be pleased with you.

One bread for each day. A new goal, a new endeavor for each day. The struggle that comes one after the other. This is what life is all about. Life gives you a bread every day.

I am saying goodbye to today, closing my eyes. My back is straight, my stomach is full. I will explain again tomorrow. I will live with the taste of bread. The day will end again. And I will finish my bread again. I will eat different breads with different tastes on the new day.

Bread, bread, bread... We also have bread. One bread for each day. Warm, fragrant bread.

If life is a music, I am always within that music. My breath never ends; notes come out of my breath, each one different, unique.

Life is a sequence of notes, and I am the interpreter. The harmony of my breathing is always different; Like I said, it is a melody itself.

Even if it is a broken melody, it never ends, it never stops. Sometimes you may think you can silence it, No! It has just rested for a while. Actually, it prepares its new melodies with its endless power.

It only waits for the signal of the right moment; When it receives the signal, it plays again, booms. But it is a melody, it doesn't deafen the ears, and its power never ends; because the power of melodies is infinite, just like my breath.

There was a little man who had drawn his own path, written his own melody, designed his own story, and shaped his own stage.

He wanted to see himself as a big one against life.

He was trying to take all his steps accordingly and expecting mercy from life.

He did not know how merciful life would be to him, but he knew how to rewrite the notes.

He could create his harmony in measures of 11/8, 6/8 or 3/8, or other measures.

He was creating the melody of each day, embracing that melody as if it was his shield. Music was very important to him, maybe more important than anything else.

Maybe it was more important than anything else.

He was creating the melody of each day, embracing that melody as if it was his shield. Music was very important to him, maybe more important than anything else.

In fact, what he thought was to find music in everything, and he was finding it.

Because these days the souls that made him cry, laugh, excite, and increase his motivation were giving him music.

I think he would do this throughout his life, because he thought that life could not be without music and decided on it inwardly.

Music was a flower that quietly bloomed for him.

Music was everywhere for him, because he knew how to listen to it and wanted to spread its light around him.

There were times in his life when he forgot music, when he lost himself in it. In that life, there was only anger, nightmares, and ugly memories.

And in that life, there was only anger. There were nightmares. There were ugly memories.

But then he found that music again. And the things he thought he had lost inside came back.

Now he could listen, understand, read his environment, and write his melodies.

He was collecting those melodies in his book.

And he woke up to a new day and continued in the same way.

Lately, I've been thinking about "what is crying, what does it mean?" because I cry often.

A sudden gust of wind comes and scatters my soul.

Even though that wind leaves behind a scattered soul, one that is equally happy, cheerful, rebellious, with its head held high, forehead open, and a melody left behind.

Because crying is actually making peace with yourself, understanding your own self, surrendering to yourself, and even creating sentences about yourself.

You always laugh, I laugh, you laugh, they laugh, but not everyone can cry. Crying is sincere, genuine, and also belongs to you.

Crying is about releasing the fractures and anger within your soul outward. It's becoming whole again. Only then are you really existing and truly growing up.

Crying means growing up. It's making peace with yourself and the people around you. It's about understanding that "feeling" and "sensing" are important.

Crying is somehow expressing your potential outwardly. It's about making the quiet voices inside you more visible and more harmonious.

Crying is finding yourself again at that moment, reconnecting with life. It means I have a lot of things to accomplish.

Because these days, the souls that make her cry, laugh, and motivate her are giving her music.

Crying is actually making an appointment with life. It means "I'll see you soon!" Crying is shedding tears from your eyes, letting out a part of your soul, and saying "I'll find you."

Crying is releasing your soul and making a promise. It means "I will nourish you with the smiles inside me."

That's crying. Actually, it's very important. It needs to be thought about and given meaning. If life is meaningful, there is a meaning in crying as well as laughing. And there is a summary of life.

The summary is to be "human."

So dear life, you have a beginning and an end.
I don't believe anyone can object to that.
You have a system that everyone has to accept.
But there is also a justice we need to see and feel while still alive.
It doesn't work without justice, life!

Patience stones are cracking,
Our souls are being worn down more every day.
Our resistance surely remains there but,
I don't know if our energy about life is still there.

"Never let go of that rope, even if your hands get cut and it breaks," they said.
That's what we're doing too, oh life.
"The finger that the Shariah cuts doesn't hurt.
The finger that life cuts probably doesn't hurt either. After all, isn't death inevitable?"
Let our fingers go for this cause, but let us see its justice before we die, oh life!
Is this too much to ask for from this small body with a spirit that has no edges?
Come on, I'm waiting for good news from you soon, life.
Can't you sprinkle some justice on us too, oh life?!

Hope is the bread of the soul.
When there is no hope, the state of the soul deteriorates.
Hope feeds our dreams,
Hope illuminates our brain,
Hope brings new ideas and emotions.
In short, hope is what elevates human souls and ensures that we wake up happy in the morning.

Hope guarantees peaceful sleep at night,
Hope ensures progress without stumbling or falling during the day.
Even a tiny bit of hope can bring a smile to someone's face.
Hope connects us to life with love.

If hope is lost, one would close their eyes to the world when the time comes, as if they will never open their eyes again.
Or they will continue to be unhappy when they wake up the next day.
Hope is not something you can buy by the kilo at the market.
That hope that does not always appear everywhere at any time.
Hope is a treasure buried underground.

It is not granted to everyone to find it.
Finding it brings a smile to one's face and excitement to one's soul.
Then they want to experience the excitement, love, and attachment.
All because of a little hope.
It must always be protected,
It must always be respected.
Hope is what takes you out of the realm of possibilities;
It puts you in a calm sea where you can swim easily without waves.
These are all hope.
And it is hope that needs to be protected.

Most of us are not aware, but hope is everything to us.
We must preserve it and carry it into the future.
Because hope is everything to us.
If hope remains in the past, we cannot dream of tomorrow.
We cannot make plans. We are stuck in the middle of a deserted street.
And all the beauty found in our soul goes to another spring. You can't get there.
This is what hope is like. Without hope, there is nothing.
This is the story of hope.

Those who go with their hope will never remain without a goal and they are always happy and hopeful.
Because that hope; illuminates the future, reminds us of the past, and is the most beautiful thing we possess.

When asked, "can you draw a picture of happiness for me?" I can paint the picture of happiness with my words.
While I was set on writing this article, divine inspiration sent me an idea and introduced me to Lindsey Stirling. The following quote from her video greatly influenced this article:

The child that is within you will find you when you discover yourself. Be brave enough to step into the darkness and then you will see the light.

Begin with making peace with yourself, conquering yourself. Train yourself, see your emotions. While designing life, always put a piece of yourself forward. These are the patterns that describe happiness when drawing it. Conquer your ego, open yourself to people, do not be afraid to show your feelings. See it more as a gift given to you. Or take the feeling in music and bring it further. Maybe write verses, feel the moment. Reflect that moment through your eyes. No matter how old you are, reveal the child inside of you that never ages and give him/her a share in your life. Do not surrender to monotony because of that child. In short, this is how you can draw the picture of happiness.

See the darkness and don't be afraid of it, revealing the angel within you in the darkness. Because the most sacred angel is the one you carry inside of you. Embrace the darkness that winter brings and learn the necessary lessons. Because there will always be winter in human life and it should be loved. Only then can you make peace with yourself. When the end of winter comes, see the more mature and childlike person within you again. Actually, that's you, a part of you. Seeing this is the beginning of everything. Rejecting that inner child will only bring you unhappiness. You need to continue your inner journey without damaging him/her. This is how you draw the picture of happiness.

The picture is not always drawn with a pencil or paint. Your thoughts, writings, and dreams can also create the image. For example, my dream of returning to music. You surely have one too. Keeping this in mind and embracing it in your soul is the most obvious sign that you have drawn the picture of happiness. Another indicator is always providing new materials for your soul and allowing it to create. Not blocking it, not judging it, showing it the way and knowing that the rest will come.

After 30 years of my life, discovering this answer and finding a new picture, a new life is great happiness. Life does not pass by. You are always creating new lives.

It's like writing a book, my story.
Even before these lines were put down on paper, it was already a beautiful story.
These lines were written under a wind as cold as ice that froze my tears.
As my frozen tears hurt my cheeks, line by line flowed through my mind.
And so they were written at that time, in that place.

Life is actually a book, in my deep thoughts.
A book that progresses in parts but never ends,
A book that is never fully formed, with sentences added, removed, and deleted.
Always having a pen in hand, a lot of words in mind.
Always.

What were those parts?
There was a preface. It summarized every experience in a nutshell.
Because life was a place where experiences danced with harmony.
There was a thank-you note, and it was very long.
Because there were a lot of people coming in and out of my life. The angels in the darkness touched my life subtly.
It included certain periods in my life.
All of them deserved to be read.

Reading a book and taking something from
it is important.
Each page reveals something new, and our eyes are glued to the words.
It's the same with life. We need to read it carefully to find its meaning.
Sometimes we're just flipping through pages quickly without really understanding what's going on.
But every moment, whether happy or sad, deserves attention.
This is why life is a book that is never fully formed.

As we write our own story, we have the power to choose how to live our lives.
We can choose to live fully and embrace both the happy and sad moments,
Or we can choose to numb ourselves and miss out on the richness of experience.
I choose to live fully, because that's how I want my story to be written.
And even though there may be pain and heartache along the way,
I know that they are necessary parts of my story and will make it all the more meaningful in the end.

The tears that fall like shattered glass
Is the sea in which I swim.
Every day, starting anew,
Seeking for hidden knowledge within.

Lost for so long,
In search of who I am.
Through trials and tribulations,
A path begins to form.

Words unspoken, melodies unheard,
Begin to take shape.
A map of my soul,
Revealed through my creations.

So I sing my song,
And let the tears fall like shattered glass.
Knowing that within me lies a truth,
That will guide me on my path.

Has anyone ever asked you "Where are you going?" at some point in your life?
There's always a point where there are two paths.
And while you're contemplating which one to take, you think that the end result will be the same.
But your journey has only just begun.

You're standing in the middle of an empty street.
As if no one is watching.
A gentle breeze is blowing your hair.
It takes away the tears from your eyes.
And it carries you along a path.

And then you begin to say out loud.
Suddenly I am in the middle of empty roads.
Goals have always been too easy.

Life has never given you easy goals.
"Where should I go?" you had asked.
"Where should I go?" you had repeated over and over again.
And then you began to whisper again:
"Suddenly I am in the middle of empty roads.
Goals have always been too easy!"

"Don't be afraid my dear, they all end up the same.
I'm one of the high ones and it took me."

Recently, a part of my life is spent trying to follow and understand the country's agenda, or rather being stuck in it and trying not to be affected by it, in an effort to take a stance. Yes, there are many schizoid trolls around us. I think we can call them trolls. Actually, the sentences that a woman uttered, disregarding her own right to live, while making pastries made me think that I was on the right path. Separating myself from this lane was the best decision I've ever made. If I'm going to be criticized for doing so, then let it be.

But what is really important, do you know? Yes, "civilization". Civilization is very important. In civilization, people say "we have nothing to do with other people. Our business is with life." Take your heads out of the sand a little bit and see how well this description fits: "When a peacock gets scared, it buries its head in the sand. As if the rest of its body is not exposed. Maybe it thinks its head will keep it alive." It seems like the western part of the world has become a source of fear for us. At least for some of us. I decided to call these guys schizoid trolls.

For years we've been played with a religious tale. Nowadays, we see that religion doesn't bring us anything. Nothing in life is served on a silver platter. I never had the opinion that "religion gives us conscience, religion gives us understanding, it gives us whatever we need." In my personal opinion, this is not entirely true. Religion makes people anti-social animals. The rest is up to us. If there's something, there's something. If there's nothing, there's nothing. Did we discover it? Did we not? These are the questions.

"There's no need to feel insulted by calling someone an 'animal'. You know, our torment as humans is not only for other humans, but also for animals. But this information sheds light on how dire the situation is for these types of schizoid trolls: 'Imagine a pyramid, let's call it the existence pyramid. Let it have 4 layers. Let's compare dogs and humans. At the top layer of the pyramid, dogs have freedom of instinct or inner drive, while humans have freedom of thought. Nowadays, it is observed that the number of schizoid trolls has increased significantly. And it seems like they've fallen into an even worse situation than the animals we torture."

Let's go back to the topic of religion. I said earlier that religion makes us anti-social animals. Of course, this is my view. I have a long life ahead of me. My thoughts will develop more. It's the state that makes us social animals. In university, I took a course called law, philosophy, sociology, and state. The professor at the time, with whom I had long conversations, was very interested in philosophy.

**** Maybe this is what we're seeing nowadays. Maybe the philosophers who lived in the Middle Ages or in Europe before Christ were right. Because if state power is abused, polarization occurs, some young or middle-aged girls wear shorts up to their groins while others wear burqas, or sexist images are displayed every day, or some people look at the opposite sex like property, if slave order is tried to be established or if the lives of those who do not see it that way become miserable. Sorry, but this would cause chaos! I have been watching the games played on women for 12 years now. But these know-it-alls who think they know everything cannot see it. The biggest game is played on women. Where there are no women, society is like a landfill. Haven't you really seen how women are slowly being plunged into darkness? Oh, ye army of wise men.

**** I look at life as a social experiment. I'm not a sociologist or psychologist, but as I said earlier, my life has always been about interpreting, developing my perspective, and abstract thinking. I've been working for a year now and going to concerts for a year. In fact, when I first started working, it coincided with the AKBANK ART Jazz Festival. I was able to attend 1-2 concerts. It was great. This month, I went to two festivals. One of the festivals had young blood. I mean, types whose blood was gushing. They were so alive that they made me feel alive too. The other festival I recently attended had a crowd whose blood had returned to a normal tempo, but could match the tempo of that young movement whenever they wanted. Of course, there was also a young crowd. It was even nice to see 7-year-olds listening to metal bands from the late 80s. By the way, life is not just about metal. I've been to many elite places for jazz concerts. There was also a crowd there. Cool-headed. A crowd that combined the rhythm of JAZZ with their emotions and let themselves flow. But you know what? These people have nothing to do with those who supposedly govern this country!!! Sorry, they wouldn't even hire them. And if this country were left to the crowds I mentioned, this country would soar. But there is a huge gap and an equally unemployable situation in between.

**** Anyway, this article could go on and on. But instead of a very long article, I think it's better to try to give subliminal messages in a short article that makes people think. We become smarter that way. All I can say is "don't be hypocritical, neither society nor the country can tolerate it anymore. And we don't buy it. Have you got it?"

Sometimes you continue on, silent and calm in life. Crazy waves break through mountains within you.
Sometimes you feel like you can do it, succeed at this. That sound that pierces your heart,
Breaks clouds apart, falls like rain with your tears, burns your cheeks, mixes your soul.
The quiet and calm way you go about in life actually contains so much.

My quiet and calmness carries many great meanings.
Actually, it puts together such beautiful lines that give me great strength.
It's a moment where I feel like I don't need anything but to be myself.
The waves within me break through mountains, that sound pierces my heart.
In me, there is only a quiet, calm state.
It's that state which opens up quietly in the nights.

That's how I keep going in life, silent and calm, with crazy waves breaking through mountains within me.
Many cries get stuck in my throat, feel like a weight in my chest.
Yet, I am still silent and calm because life is so beautiful, that's how I feel.
A few tears flow from my eyes. They are my tranquilizer, the moment that helps me regain my strength.
That's why I keep going in life, silent and calmness hits me with great peace.
No one else knows what gets broken inside of me except for me.

Actually, this brings me many beautiful things and doesn't take much away from me.
Every morning I wake up stronger. Do you know why?
Because I can cry, yet still continue silently, calmly.
That's what will give me life.
This way, the obstacles I need to overcome become a situation that lifts me higher only.
This way, I watch the world from above, and then see that I am complete.

My rebellion has grown big now.
It's not my rebellion against life, it's my rebellion against those who make my life difficult.
This time, I won't try to lock up my rebellion.
Know this from now on.

Once upon a time, there were too many paths taken.
I had taken so many paths, but no one knew about it.
Did the world care for those who didn't know about it?
They thought they had lived their lives in a cup of water!

I know that one should always look at the bright side of things.
But explain a little more, my friend, I'm getting tired.
Give me some words from the bright side.
I want to work with those words because my rebellion is big.
You don't know, you don't see, you pretend to see, and fall into illusions.

I didn't lock up my rebellion, or put it in a box.
I didn't throw the key to the depths of the sea.
I will open that box with a simple hand gesture.
That moment will process all my feelings towards you.

Life will continue and won't stop.
Every day, the difficulties and surprises you face will hit you in the face.
Because my rebellion is big,
and there's nothing that can stop it.

Quietly and deeply, I'll come from the depths of the sea.
I'll read you like a book and walk silently next to you.
The only thing you'll feel is a quiet breeze. That breeze is a rebellion.
My rebellion is so big, it will surround you completely and be in a corner of your life.

I am a handsome man, a handsome man who has turned 30.
A man who has been resisting the weariness of life and the absurdity of people for 30 years.
I think humanity has never been so beneath our feet, no apologies.
Tall buildings, false riches, quality goods we do not produce, and insatiable desires have created us.
Today we have come to this point. But no apologies, this was in our nature.

Let everyone hear that I only have one life. I am aware every day that I am moving towards my end.
After 30 years of fighting, I wanted to live in peace.
It wasn't possible. Maybe it will be one day. I continue my fight.
But it happens when a person gets tired. Do you know?
Maybe I am tired. No one benefits from staying here!
Because I still believe, I trust myself.
Because I am a handsome man.

I saw that rebelling was useless.
But look at the present day and answer me. Whose work is this???!!!
If it is my work, say "this is your work, keep quiet".
If not, come out clearly and honestly and say "these times are my work, our work".
Because consciences are bleeding.

I know that no one will take responsibility for this.
So I ask. Asking is my biggest right.
Have you ever tried to understand my world?
I am a man who cannot see properly!
The real problem is that people do not try to understand each other.
We are living in a cursed environment, MY FRIEND!
But I will change some things for myself.

It can't go on like this anymore.
Let it be known.
I have cries. I have delusions.
I will use them in a way that leads me to the beautiful.
I never give up on life. The one who gives up can leave.
I never get tired of life. The one who gets tired can get bored.
Every day is a different struggle towards my end.
Maybe that's what's beautiful, but I also want peace, MY FRIEND!
Because I am afraid of being buried under my cries.

I am writing this while listening to a blues concert.
I have my baget and tea. I have an egg on the stove.
Beautiful things are waiting for me.
At least that's how I imagine it.
But as I move towards my end, I say a little peace.
I hope my cries lead me to peace.
And I continue on my path.

A melody came from afar.
A melody that I was captivated by the moment I heard it.
It took me on an emotional journey.
I started to dance.

Every time I heard that melody,
I trembled inside.
A cold breeze circulated through my whole body.
I wasn't cold, but my hair stood on end.
That's when I started the melody again.

My emotions were building up inside me.
They were like chasing the right moment to express themselves.
At that moment, curiosity surged inside me.
What was the way to show the cold effect inside me outside?
I was eating myself alive.
That's when the answer came:
A few drops of tears.

It made me feel the music inside me.
That's when my dance with life began.
As if it would never end.
I saw a growing light.
I was running on the tops of stars falling from the sky.
Finally, I reached the clouds.

I saw a ladder.
It was descending to the surface.
I had landed in the middle of a green meadow.
And that's when I found pink flowers.
Made of my tears.
At that moment, I said:
The biggest treasures inside me are apparently hidden in my tears.

(Let me explain the situation first. I wanted to write for the magazine produced by our department. The area I wanted to write about was music. Therefore, the editor of the magazine, our friend, gave me a key word: "painkiller". I had to combine the painkiller with music. So, I found a new keyword called "detail" and the article continued from that point on.)

Going into detail is the biggest painkiller.

Music is like a dance floor where details come together and dance in harmony. And someone who goes into detail can only find themselves making those figures in that dance. They can take themselves to another level. This is actually the biggest painkiller for them.

For example, when a person has a headache, all they do is focus on one place and stay there. They only think about the headache; then the person complains, regrets, sometimes curses too, albeit not frequent. Some people do this because it's easy. But instead of choosing to do so, that person needs to choose to go into detail. Because going into detail is the biggest painkiller. The most majestic details are held in music. Music carries such epic details that sometimes people just turn to it and forget about other things. They only exist in that world and only deal with those who exist in that world. Why exclude others? At that moment, the person feels that their pain has disappeared. And they see that it is gradually disappearing because that person is going into detail. And let's not forget that going into detail is the biggest painkiller.

"Going into detail" is not an easy process. The prerequisite for going into detail is obtained after a great challenge you have done. In other words, concentration is the greatest battle you fight with yourself in your inner world. Because generally people choose to be victims of instantaneous concentration situations, even if they don't want to. However, it is clear that people need to choose another way. Another definition of another way is: "To completely surrender yourself to that flow and observe that 'concentration,' which makes you think that it will never leave you and will hold on to you tightly, showing you that it will continue to exist in your abstract plane". This is exactly what we mean by another way. When a person achieves this sincerely, it is time to go into detail. Going into detail will be the sum of "the combination of the impulses in your inner existence, the harmony of the existence we call "concentrate" that we defined above without cerebral masturbation, which manifests itself in a series of sentences". It can be understood how difficult and intricate this process is from the processes contained in the definitions we gave. But we remember again: "Going into detail is the biggest painkiller," and believe that this is a bearable process. When you complete this process, we will know that you have a natural painkiller in your hand, and you will feel stronger.

As we said at the beginning, the most epic details of the detail are found within music. Let's talk a little about it too. When you listen to music, we see a lot of things that have been worked on, pondered upon. Of course, I assume that you have successfully passed all the tests mentioned above. If you see what's inside music, then the process of "going into detail" will emerge. In short, I gave you the theoretical part. I will now put this into practice. After this explanation, let me move on to what I will really talk about: "What are the things that exist within music?" If music is really something that you put inside yourself and if it provides you with the concentration we mentioned above and the power to go into detail, then it is an "epic" series of chaotic events that contain every inch of that human soul, carrying the sorrows in his soul, exhibiting the smiles in his soul, saying the sentences he wants to say in his soul and helping him to spread all of these to the tangible world. Then there is music, which houses the codes in your brain, makes you see the command chain of your brain thanks to the instruments you use, shows your thoughts and thought structure to the whole world. That's why the reason for the sentence "it harbors the most epic details from the beginning" is that it contains so much. Let me connect this with a sentence from a famous musician, Ludwig van Beethoven: "Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy." This quote explains that music has the power to reveal things that cannot be expressed through words or rational thought. It touches the deepest parts of our soul and speaks to us in ways that transcend language and logic.

Going into detail within music means paying attention to every note, every rhythm, every melody, and every emotion that it conveys. It means immersing yourself in the music and letting it take you on a journey. When we go into detail in music, we discover new things about ourselves and the world around us. We see things from different perspectives, and we gain insights that we could not have gained otherwise.

In conclusion, going into detail is the biggest painkiller because it allows us to escape from our problems and find solace in the beauty of the world. Music is one of the most powerful tools for achieving this state of mind. By immersing ourselves in the details of music, we can find peace, happiness, and inspiration. So, let us embrace the power of detail and let it heal us from the inside out.

The first birth to life, the first opening of the eyes.

We all come into this life with a pure soul. We have clean pages to fill. We examine life with our eyes. We are so pure and clean, unaware and looking around unconsciously. We cry. We scream as loud as we can. Is it the happiness of coming into this world or the regret of being born into this world? We don't know these things. Because we have just met life. Our soul, which is in a spiritual handshake, makes its first contact with life. As I said, everything is so clear for that moment, we are just there with our soul.

"A baby was born into the world, a new joy formed.
There was a baby who didn't know what to do.
Touching life in a very pure and naive way, he looked around with his eyes.

There was a combination at that moment, something symbolizing unity.
The baby's crying, or rather screaming, could be heard.
Who knew what his screams meant?
Was it Joy or Sorrow?

In my opinion, it was a great joy because he came into the world with a pure soul.
He had taken on a pure purpose, his eyes were shining.
I came to life, he said.

Perhaps his screams were a note.
In this way, he was touching life and eventually, music would come out of the notes.
Of course, would it be a broken music that hurt the ears?
Or would it be a masterpiece that gave peace to people?
These would be understood over time.

Being involved with life.

Actually, this is a lifelong process. We are all involved with life. While struggling, we either become destructive or constructive. In fact, we do both. We need to realize this. None of us are clean. The important question is how clean are we? As the song says, 'none of us are innocent.'

Life is a process in which we grow.
A period where our soul rises,
Or a period where our soul gets stuck in the bog.
It's up to us, us humans.
Life itself is not very pure.

Yes, life itself is not pure. There are too many traps. We can stumble and fall at any moment. The biggest trap is being a prisoner to ourselves. Do you know what pollutes our soul the most? Our minds and the games our minds play on us. Just as it is mentioned in a book, don't be a prisoner to your mind, add your soul to life.

Realize your feelings that will lead you to disaster.
Always be at peace with them,
Knowing that you harbor them inside you.
But live without surrendering to them.
Live so that you don't get dragged into the bog,
Because the bog will pull you down even further.

It can be difficult to dry out the bog.
And when you sink into the bog, you can't dry it out.
So don't get involved at all.
Eventually, it will drag you down to the bottom, know and fear that.
That's why you should always keep the pure soul that you inherited as a baby clean.
Although not entirely possible, try to keep it clean at least.
Because life itself is dirty and contains too many traps.

Clean-souled people can reveal themselves.

Of course, provided that you look carefully and give them a chance to get to know you. They need to open up to you. They may have hope in you to also cleanse yourself, to make you a better person. But as I said, if you are stuck in the bog, that bog will inevitably pull you down. Clean souls make their own decisions. They are free spirits. They are noble and generous enough to help you.

Go out one day.
Walk on the streets.
Find a person in one of the streets.
Let it be the combination of chance and coincidence that person who appears before you.

Hide one of your glances from him.
Examine him, look into his eyes.
See if the light is gone from his eyes or if they are shining.
Those eyes will tell you a lot.

You will see from his eyes if his soul is clean or dirty.
If he has a dirty soul, he will look at the world angrily.
If his soul is clean, he will give you a bright look.
Understand the person in front of you, get to know him well.

Then take a general look at his face.
See his dimples, which appear when he smiles.
His eyes will shine at that moment too.
The moment you catch that smile.
You will understand that you are facing a very pure being.

You should make him happier.
You should not hurt him.
If you have a dirty soul, you should not try to pollute him.
If you try to pollute him, he will eventually give up on you.
He will seek a calmer harbor in a way.
Know this well and act accordingly.

It is very important to notice clean souls,
Do something for this.
Do not sacrifice yourself or the person in front of you.
Because your pollution cannot spread to clean souls,
And you will remain even more polluted.
You will find yourself at the bottom of the bog.

What it takes to have a clean soul.

There is a lot of work to be done, did you know that? Although there are not very difficult tasks. It requires attention at all times. You will encounter many traps waiting for you, and falling into that trap will be quite entertaining for the one who set it up. That's why life is not that simple. You will find your own paths and follow them throughout your life. What really matters is to be as clean-souled as possible.

There are things required to have a clean soul.
We are all equipped with a good soul, justice.
This is the path you need to follow.
It requires touching other people's lives with kindness.

Let the world touch you too.
There is no prayer like a clean soul's.
Once you receive that prayer, your back will not hit the ground.
Do not leave your prayers behind.

Do good for it.
Those who do good, find good.
Therefore, be fair.
The fair person summons justice within himself.

In short, watch out for clean-souled people.
Look for them and find them.
Find them and renew the darkness of your soul with their light.
Light always overcomes darkness.
Overcome the darkness and never look back.
Do not drag yourself into the bog.

In the end, the choice is yours.

In the end, the choice is yours.

Know that life is your own responsibility.
You have a soul, whether you realize it or not.
It is waiting for you to meet it. Perhaps you have already united, but you are not aware of it. Another clean soul may also come across your path to help facilitate this meeting. Keep your eyes open at all times and look for people whose eyes shine. When you find them, try to absorb their purity instead of trying to taint them with your impurity.

Life is the product of a long struggle.
Most of life is spent crawling, and life only gives you fleeting moments of happiness.
You must act responsibly with this responsibility. Life cannot handle irresponsibility.
Later in life, life can wave goodbye to you.

There are lost lives in the country I live in.
They have been leaving for a long time.
We could never wave goodbye to any of them properly.
Because when life waved at them from a distance, we never noticed.

No, no, I'm not just talking about the recent terror attacks.
There are many others, such as femicides and incidents during the Gezi protests.
A life has passed. Life cannot be found, replaced or substituted by another life.
It is a person who has passed away. It shouldn't take long to realize its importance.

But what about those who are still alive?
How many young people are unemployed in this country? How many are victims of this country's absurd system?
The rich, how they became rich is not for me to discuss; their answer will be shaped by their conscience.
But while some are piling up their fleets and calling them yachts,
what will the impoverished youth do? They become victims.

Living, being miserable when you could have been happy. A combination that doesn't quite fit.
The living still have hope. But what about those who are no longer with us?
The living have empathy, though it may not seem like it, they're lucky to have it.
So in a place where some live without empathy, what will they do?
That is the truly important question!

Life should never wave at you from a distance.
The living and those who meet hope again every morning.
Life should not say, "Come on, surprise me this time." It shouldn't ask you to put your thoughts on the table.
If it does, will there be any meaning to living or not living? For that person?
Actually, writing these lines is quite difficult.
Especially in a country where people lose their right to life just when they could have been perfectly happy.
Or when you see people lying on the pavement on Istiklal Street.
If being human is the ultimate goal, then maintaining hope is what makes us human in today's world.
And if we want to maintain that, our most important goal is to fly our flag high.

Life should never wave at you from a distance.
Life should smile at you and say, "Follow me."
That's when life is truly life.
It is important for the living to become friends with life at that moment.

As for those who are no longer with us, it seems that this doesn't matter much.
But life goes on.
To not be like the living dead.
Understanding must be provided. Because life always tells you to get your act together.
We must make this happen.

Through education, art, and questioning.
Putting them aside when you could have been happy will increase the number of non-living.
And it will make the living behave like the non-living.
We shouldn't forget this and should keep it in mind.

In the quietest corner of the world, there lived a man. He lived in his own world, with his own experiences, desires, and passions burning within him. But the man could not hear, see, or move much. He was almost completely paralyzed. Only an old piano and his ten fingers kept him company throughout his life. Sometimes, the piano was his lover, and other times, it was his closest friend. But in the end, it was someone who supported him throughout his life.

When this man sat down at the piano, the piano and its keys came alive, creating some of the most beautiful moments of his life. As he played, many stories were told through his fingers and the vibrations that came from his soul. It was as if when playing, people felt like they were truly in heaven, declaring their love to their beloved or burying all their anger in the ground and starting a new life. While sitting at the piano, people were lost in the moment and approached the ports where the pianist's spirit resided. And as long as he was there, other people were also there.

This man was a very talented pianist. Like a bird, he conveyed the things he tasted to his soul. His magical fingers tasted many things on the piano keys and passed them on to the man's soul like a messenger bird.

There are no major grammar or punctuation errors in this text. However, the phrase "kimi zaman" can be translated as "sometimes" or "occasionally". Additionally, the phrase "o parmaklarında" can be translated as "on their fingers," because the text refers to different people in the two sentences: "many stories were told through his fingers and the vibrations that came from his soul."

Where are you in life? Perhaps this is the most important question to consider?
You set goals, try to achieve them, and often stumble.
Maybe you trip over a stone and fall, then get up again.
But the wound takes a long time to heal.
You realize that it will be like this, and you feel anxious inside.

This anxiety often shows on your face.
You ask yourself, "Doesn't the mark of that anxiety show enough on my face?"
Or are people just careless and indifferent most of the time?
Although the answer to this question may seem irrelevant to your life,
deciding is entirely related to where you are in life.

People are often in the midst of a lot of chaos. This is normal.
What matters is being able to survive. This is the condition for continuing with life.
If you don't survive the fight, you either become disabled or dead.
There is no meaning to life, nor does life mean anything to you.
Have you ever stopped and honestly asked yourself? Where am I in life?

Well, I asked myself. I know the answer.
I also see that people don't take this seriously.
Being strong or weak is the real thing, I can feel it completely.
At the end of the day, when I lay my head on the pillow and my eyes slowly close,
the answer appears among the dimmed lights.

I see where I am in life, completely naked.
Either I'm part of the losers' club or the place of winners is my real sanctuary.
Yes, winning is a sanctuary. My sanctuary is the one that takes care of me even when my eyes are closed.
My eyes open again, the sun filters through my window, gently warming me.
And another day begins for me to find the answer to the question "Where am I in life?".

For the first time in a long time, I went to watch a live music band.
There was a feeling inside me accompanying me,
and it said, "You will see a musician there who will tell you about yourself."
And it really happened, I saw a musician who told me about myself.

He was playing an electric guitar,
at one point he picked up a classical guitar or an acoustic guitar, I couldn't be sure.
But it was an indisputable fact that the instrument had no meaning.
The instrument was just an extension of him, merging with him on that stage.
He could treat his instrument as a part of himself.
That musician I saw on stage.

He was standing tall on that stage, you couldn't get past his air.
But actually, do you know that it wasn't like that?
That man was just making love to his instrument.
That's why the musician I saw on stage was so important to me.

At the end of the night, he was still standing upright on stage, scrutinizing the surroundings.
He took his instrument off his shoulder, put it down calmly.
Then he got off the stage, and there was still satisfaction from that night in his walk.
It had spread all over him. I said to myself that I had seen a musician on stage,
and that musician reflected me. Something inside me matched what he told on the stage.
A proud musician was taking shape in me.

Discovering the secret of human life may be the real path we need to follow. Faces, yes human faces, look different every time you look at them. Our facial expressions are a separate issue, I'm talking about a bigger picture. We all have faces that do not resemble each other at all. So, where does this difference come from? Have you ever thought about it? Whether on the metro, bus, ferry, watching a live music band, in short, wherever life takes you, I examine human faces. I see all the different expressions, experiences, sorrows, joys, words of love, vows of loyalty, and the excitement of love felt on the face of every individual. The human face is like the "temple" of the soul it possesses.

She had a pure face.
Now the temple had awoken to a new day.
She was excited, passionate.
She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself.

She put a beautiful smile on her face and set out on her journey.
Being on the road made her feel like she had to protect her temple.
Although she knew the world was a beautiful place,
she was aware that the world was also a dirty place.
Because everyone has a temple.

And these temples are the owners of different narratives and experiences,
temples with wars inside,
temples with inadequacy,
temples with jealousy,
and temples filled with complete peace.

She had made her distinctions now.
Being on the road made her realize these things.
One day, while on the road, she looked up at the sky.
It was clear and sunny, and she loved it.

Then she thought about what she was waiting for in her temple.
Yes, she had found a bright sun.
So, what did she understand? When she found the sun, she needed to invite it inside.
And what did she give the opportunity to? The sun's light to illuminate everything.

Her temple was now shining and emitting light.
She gave a piece of her light to the nearby temples too.
While on the road, she did these things and never let the sun leave her.
She was happy and peaceful.
The bright road ahead stretched on...

My angels in the dark have a really important place in my life because they know exactly when to reveal themselves. They guide me even when I can't see where I'm going. That's why my angels in the dark hold a very special place in my heart.

They make me start my life over from scratch in the darkness.
Even in my childhood, I remember having my angels.
They made very important touches.
They rebuilt me from scratch.
My angels in the dark have been very helpful, especially in the winter seasons of my life.

Winters are cold, harsh, and dark.
The sun doesn't show itself much,
and even if it does, it's the winter sun and it doesn't make its presence felt much.
You know the winter sun doesn't warm enough.
It's far from melting the ice in my frozen soul.
That's when my angels in the dark find me.
They take my hand and make it easy for me to pass through the icy roads.

We know that every winter ends with spring.
They give me shortcuts to reach spring.
In fact, everyone should love winter,
in fact, every person should have a winter season in their life.
They should so that they know how priceless the warmth and beauty of spring is. And my angels in the dark help me to appreciate the arrival of spring even more.

They also help me to see the stars in the darkness.
The stars that I usually miss when everything is bright and clear.
They remind me that even in the darkest times, there is still light and hope.
Sometimes they even show me shooting stars,
reminding me that wishes and dreams can come true if I believe in them enough.

My angels in the dark are like my navigators.
They help me to find my way when I'm lost and confused.
They give me direction and purpose when everything seems pointless.
And they never let me forget that I am loved and cared for, even in the darkest moments.

So, I cherish my angels in the dark,
and I am grateful for their guidance and support.
They remind me that no matter how dark it may seem,
there is always a light shining somewhere.
And with their help, I can find my way to that light every time.

This was something that inspired me.
For some, it may be a real lesson,
I guess it depends on how you live your life.
Just experiencing this awareness was like going to a distant village for most of us.

But we had no strength to go there,
nor was our horizon so wide. To see these things,
it was just a dream for us. Or rather,
for some of us living in silence was a dream.

Just a dream of silence.
In fact, life was being lived with evidence.
The evidence of that moment became part of the record called life.
And that record was the experiences that inspired you when you caught the moment.

So, could we be aware of it? It was always there.
What was the answer to this? Can you give me the answer?
If you have an answer, then
Real-life experiences showed this. We knew this deep down.

One of them was going to be told with all its evidence,
maybe in the present day we are living.
Would we take something? I did, for myself, what about you...
The day began as soon as I opened my eyes,
the weather was sunny and the birds were chirping.

The sky was shining,
I went outside.
There was a market in our neighborhood,
the owner was 40 years old.

And there was an uncle working there,
he was 70 years old.
I've been seeing him for years,
standing upright.

I did my shopping,
paid my money.
A seventy-year-old man,
Younger and more energetic than me.

He is attached to life, he loves it, he resists.
It's evident from sitting at the cashier's seat in Allah's bazaar.
At first, I couldn't think of the detail,
then it hit me.

Actually, I didn't know he was 70 years old,
I thought he was around 60.
Even if he were 60, it wouldn't matter,
who knows what will happen to me at 60!

Who knows what will happen tomorrow!
All of them will be evidence when the day comes,
Recorded evidence,
That's all.

I went back to that market again,
I said to Uncle, "Uncle, congratulations to you,
You are here on Sunday at 7 o'clock.
So what time is it when I say this?

Nine o'clock in the evening, exactly 14 hours".
I said, "No one will say anything to you if you sleep until noon".
Then I learned his age, he was 70 years old.
But that man's posture,

The power and strength in his stance. Do we have it? Do you have it?
Where did this come from?!
This determination, this enthusiasm? Where did it come from?
That's the question!!!

I went out of that market again and said to myself,
"What a wonderful thing to witness if understood.
Life is not writing an uncrossed check for you to choose the age you will die at.
But the man is exactly 70 years old.

Apparently, this road goes up to 90,
But I'm sure this uncle will stand upright even at 90.
Will we stand upright?
What evidence have we left behind, how have we recorded it?

This is probably the answer for us.
Life is not an uncrossed check, let's take inspiration from the market uncle.

I woke up to you one morning, Istanbul.
Darkness hit my face..
Like a soulless monster ready to suck my soul..
You were waiting in hiding, ready to suck my soul, oh dear Istanbul.

I shook off my sleep in your cold, Istanbul..
As the sky slowly brightened..
Your frost penetrated every part of my skin, Istanbul..
You are such a cruel, heartless country, trying to toy with me, Istanbul.

I walked on those colorless, melody-less, artless streets of nature turned into stone, Istanbul..
Those colorless, soulless streets that suck my soul and force me to hang my head down..
You're really hurt, seriously, Istanbul..
Who did this to you?

I came to you, Istanbul..
Give me the sadness, happiness that you hide inside..
I'll search for myself by combining your sadness and happiness in you, Istanbul..
Maybe then I'll see the real you.

I know you're hiding a treasure inside you..
All this concreting, heartlessness, indifference in people..
Doesn't reflect you, Istanbul..
And if it reflects life, I know that.

I'm on the streets of Istanbul, I came to you..
I'm walking at 6 in the morning, in the frost..
Maybe it's expected that I tremble, feel cold..
But my trembling stopped when I saw the truth.

That's why I'm taking photographs of you, Istanbul..
In Istanbul, I'm coming to myself, right in the center of life..
I know there's a lot to take from you for my soul, Istanbul..
You're like music notes, Istanbul.

I came to you, Istanbul, I came to life..
You're full of damn souls..
You host poisoned, intoxicating souls every day..
But it's ok. You're a life, and if it's life, it's an Istanbul.

I will live you, Istanbul. I will live you, life..
Unlike biting your shoulder with vampire teeth to suck your blood..
I'll look for ways to make you bigger, more meaningful..
Because I came to you, Istanbul.

The roots of some things have dried up,
Those things with their heads bowed down,
No matter how much water you give, they can't get the oxygen they need,
Completely finished, dried up, and exhausted.

Where are you in life? Perhaps this is the most important question to think about?
You set goals, try to achieve them, and often stumble.
Maybe you trip over a stone and fall, then stand up again.
But the wound takes a long time to heal.
You realize that it will be like this and you feel uneasy inside.

That unease often shows on your face.
You ask yourself, aren't the traces of that unease showing enough on my face? Or are people too careless, indifferent most of the time?
Although the answer to this question may seem irrelevant to your life,
Your decision is entirely related to where you are in life.

A human being is often in the midst of a lot of commotion. This is normal.
What matters is to be able to survive. This is the condition for continuing life.
If you can't survive the war, you either become disabled or a dead person.
There is no meaning left to life or life does not mean anything to you.
Have you ever stopped and honestly asked yourself? Where am I in life?

Well, I asked. I know the answer.
I see that people don't take this seriously.
Being strong or weak is what really matters, I feel this completely.
At the end of the day, when I lay my head on the pillow and my eyes slowly close,
That answer appears among the dim lights.

I see where I am in life with all its nakedness.
Either it's the losing club for me, or it's the place of winners that is my real refuge.
Yes, winning is a refuge. My refuge is the one who takes care of me even when your eyes are closed.
My eyes open again, the sun filters through my window, gently warming me.
And another day begins, for me to find the answer to the question where am I in life.

These days, I know a lot about my life.
I wiped away the tears that flowed from my eyes.
I pour them into my soul and burn them.
They can no longer come to my eyes, they cannot shine from my cheeks.
They cannot tire my soul, they cannot push me deep down every moment, they cannot drown my soul.
I think I closed my eyes to something.
I don't see or maybe I don't want to see the truth.
Nevertheless, I carry those tears that have dried up in my soul, all the truths.
The experiences are going away, never to return.
Still, hoping to taste life, I live.

I have silent screams.
They scream, call out, attack left and right.
They cry inside. Maybe it doesn't show from the outside.
But the storms within me don't stop.

A few tears flow from my eyes.
I squeeze my face at that moment.
Because I don't want anyone to see my silent scream.
Because I want to be alone with myself in those moments.

This is not a fear of being misunderstood.
This is not a fear of not seeing the clarity in a scream.
This is not even a fear of deafening the ears.
It is just a sign of a mature soul within a person.

Actually, there is a volcano inside me waiting to erupt.
It's so powerful that it wipes out anything in its path.
If I allowed my scream to come out, it would be seen what it really is!
Still, I choose to move forward quietly.

Actually, this is a story that should not happen often.
The scream inside me is so accumulated that it eagerly awaits the day it will come out.
And it will come out, you should wait for it.
I will not shed tears for life.

A voice screaming inside me.
The voice is coming to you and I am crying inside as well. Know that.
I have never felt this in my life. And no one had the right to make me feel it.
Still, know that I hold on tight to life.

This event that makes me cry inside is very big, let everyone know that.
I'm not saying no one has ever experienced a big event.
Still, I'm saying that the work of writers won't help.
It's because of the writers that I cry inside. Know that!!!

I got to know the writers very well. My soul knows them very well.
I noted them all. They are written in my diary. They are recorded by name.
If there is really a Creator and justice exists, I demand that he sees my outcry within.
I want whatever they deserve to happen to them by screaming silently.

One day everything will come out.
Until then, I will keep my silent scream inside me.
My rebellion is as great as I wrote in my previous poem.
No one can escape from it.

Your humanity that you cannot stand behind will leave a silent scream inside you one day.
I am silent and calm, which does not mean that I am still.
If you see how the volcano inside me boils...
You will come tomorrow and apologize to me.

But that doesn't matter.
If you do the right thing when the time comes, it will matter.
My scream inside can only be silenced this way.
But it won't bring back the times you stole.

I really want to confront you.
I hope there is a day of reckoning called afterlife,
I hope there is divine justice and it shines upon us like the sun.
I hope that kel heads shine brighter than those who are not because they reflect the sun.

For now, just know about my silent scream.
Hopefully, we'll meet on the day of reckoning.
We will settle our accounts there.
It will be a very good settlement. Wait for that day and feel my silent scream!

You will surely feel sorry for the people who have died. People are like leaves on a tree branch. When autumn comes, the leaves fall to the ground. When people die, it means our autumn has come too. We lose a part of humanity. We feel incomplete, as if we have lost a soul. Humanity is dying. There is a soul that cannot understand how your eyes will feel when you see it. It struggles and struggles. If a person dies, they are gone. It is a life that has been lost. Especially when you hear about events that say: You could be next in these coming days. You feel like you have already died. It's like a rehearsal. For the last 4-5 months, these eyes have seen nothing but death. Even if I were to die in Paris, I wouldn't care if the world is hypocritical. Don't we already know this? Aren't we used to it? I really don't know how I feel. The days when humanity still existed, and the days when we knew what it meant to live like a human being, are both coming back to us. They are getting further and further away. Damn it.

A phrase that I have never been able to agree with until today. Even though I don't see life this way, I felt inspired and wanted to write something as a citizen.

"Elephants fight, grass gets trampled." Isn't this sentence a perfect example of how high its popularity can be? It seems like a phrase that the subconsciousness of wild capitalism and colonialism has implanted in us. You can't blame anyone for it or question it either. The oppression of these days is overwhelming for all of us. Moreover, it is very difficult to fight against the subconsciousness, especially in this oppressive society that prevents us from finding ourselves.

Sigmund Freud talks about three different voices in the mind: ego, super-ego, and id. This is explained with a very simple example. Super-ego says "hold your pee," id says "why are you holding it, let it go," and the ego says "ask for permission, go and pee." The super-ego represents the subconsciousness and in a book I read, it says that an individual holds their psychology and social messages within themselves for 30 years, and these things lead their lives in some way. Therefore, being free individuals is the most important thing, in my opinion.

So what makes us grass? Of course, there is a difference between different types of grass. Actually, grass has a very important place in nature, let's write that down. So, what puts us in the position of trampled grass? Let's examine them courageously, but let's also stick the pins and needles to ourselves. Instead of being a grass that is beneficial to nature, protects the soil, makes the cow's milk taste better, ensures that the chicken is better fed, and makes the yellow in the white egg yolk more vivid, let's examine these things as well. The young and wealthy class of this country has been talked about since my childhood. So much so that it has become like a gum whose taste is lost by chewing it over and over again. Why did the taste of this gum go bad? Because of the "BİYAT" culture. Let's explain what BİYAT stands for; with the echo of "let's go" in our minds. You will obey me, do what I say, either you are with me or you suffer. The polarization that you constantly complain about has long enveloped this society. But nonetheless, this country is full of people who have overcome this and found themselves. However, the side effect of such a situation is inevitably

The person who wrote these lines has 70% visual impairment. He has never given up on life. But he has lived the pain emphasized above in his veins. Nevertheless, he didn't give up and kept going. He didn't become one of the trampled grass. That's the point. And today, he has found a treasure: himself.

He lives knowing that there are people like him around him. He has struggled throughout his life. He hasn't been a part of the absurdities of this society. He hasn't been someone who doesn't produce, copies, eats ready-made food, or doesn't believe in labor. Therefore, he hasn't been someone who suffers from heartburn. This paragraph is very important.

Instead, he has chosen to believe in science and progress, knows the great role of art in discovering oneself, is devoted to music, knows that every touch expresses a part of him, and it is very important to embrace positive sciences and follow positivism. Life cannot be dogmatic. Plato says, "You cannot step into the same river twice because nature is undergoing a process of change." According to Plato, there are the world of ideas and the world of objects. Therefore, living in a world that someone else has memorized and turned into a script is wrong; it is denying life itself. We see what this denial has made us experience in our lives. Those who constantly talk and try to impose their way of thinking are now silent because this period, in English terms, is "confront zone," outside of the area where they feel comfortable. But for those who show the courage to leave their confront zone, tomorrow will take shape. This is a very clear truth.

Moreover, he knew that people are individuals, felt it, and tried to protect it. He knew that intellectual progress is the most important thing, that Socratic thinking would bring progress, without being surrealist, advancing with rational, realistic, pragmatic approaches, in short, he became a person who chose enlightenment and came to the realistic plane of life.

Furthermore, he was conscientious, never overreacted, thought of the other side, was not a crushed grass due to these reasons, did not allow the dark tribal understanding of capitalism, imperialism, or feudalism, in other words, its dark side.

Recent events, the right to life of people, the rights taken away from them. None of these will be forgotten. Maybe they have implanted feelings that can never be fully expressed into people's minds. Each of them has had a place in human consciousness; this has inevitably happened. In other words, even if none of them come into a sentence, they will remain as a summary of a spiritual condition in our conscience. And this expression we always remember will protect us against darkness. It will lead to new steps forward. Because instead of standing still, believing in dogmatic truths, understanding what caused these events, producing truly forward-looking theses, not being afraid of antitheses that will appear, and being able to synthesize, the individual who has chosen the light will exist in the future. Isn't Socrates so important?

That's why we will live every day aware of our responsibilities and knowing that we have an obligation to fulfill them. Because the responsibility for what happens in this country rests on our shoulders. We cannot escape responsibility. This mission was already loaded onto our shoulders from the very beginning. Nowadays, we see that its emphasis has increased a lot more. It would be foolish not to see it. And it would be costly to be in betrayal of those days.

Those days... the days when the War of Independence was fought. The days when we were given a country with defined borders and beautiful lands. If today's mentality had existed then in this country, we could not be here. But don't worry. Those who will exist in those tomorrows may not be here. We are here today as tomorrow of those days. And we are currently writing the unfinished story of an empire's half-finished collapse. These days are being completed with our sentences. Bravo to us. An enormous bravo.

Those days were so beautiful. The struggle for Turkey to unite, the days of hardship. I wish I had been given the chance to live in those days. Maybe I should have had a share in turning a ruin into a building again. There were no nurses. No doctors. No teachers. No schools. But as our dear teacher Mahmut said in the famous Turkish movie "The Chaos Class", "the school is not just a place with four walls. THE SCHOOL IS EVERYWHERE." It was necessary to learn about life at that moment. Nothing was easy. So don't be individuals who sit on their chairs and pass gas. Fulfill your responsibilities. Tomorrow is a new day and beyond tomorrow.

School, school, school... We must make the Republican era our school. We must read about that era. What have we produced? Have we paid off Ottoman debts with non-existent money? Did we build a shipyard? In addition, how did we do these things with what impossibilities? Here is your school. The musicians who emerged in the Republican era may be our biggest curiosity. Here is a school for you, and it has no four walls.

Examine the art movements during the Republican period, especially in the field of music.

Furthermore... It is hidden in these days. People who don't produce anything, lie down on the job, and show off with things they didn't produce. To do this is to betray the legacy of this country. Making a car and calling it a Cadillac-style is a painful situation. We are very successful at becoming the capitalist toy of these days, when the country had nothing. And furthermore... It is hidden in these days. People who don't produce anything, lie down on the job, and show off with things they didn't produce. To do this is to betray the legacy of this country. Making a car and calling it a Cadillac-style is a painful situation. We are very successful at becoming the capitalist toy of these days. Bravo to us.

And a few more things... Where are we in terms of understanding what we read? When the country does not allow itself to be understood, what kind of thought is it to understand what we read? Is this possible? These are keys, without them, it doesn't work. We destroyed them. Don't tell me that they never existed. Don't deceive us. Congratulations to us as individuals who do not fall for this deception.

We have lost people. There is a saying: "There are 1000 leaves on a tree, but they are all connected. They take their life energy from each other. Yes, if even one leaf falls off the branch, the lives of the other leaves shorten." We are going. Therefore, we devote ourselves to life even more to nourish the other leaves enough. Because we have no choice!

There is another saying: "Everyone dies, not really lives." It means that everyone dies, but does not truly live. For those who illuminate the darkness, death will perhaps open another door. Or for those who have taken up the torch in the race towards enlightenment, doors will open. But what about the others! The answer cannot be found here.

Become a legend as Gazoz. Actually, I never liked this slogan. Its contribution to the brand is debatable. I found the advertisement irritating. Especially the absurd scene where a cowboy throws his boomerang and the Native American opens his Gazoz. What does the cowboy have to do with the boomerang? Or was the boomerang something belonging to the Native American? I can't remember exactly. There may be a clue about this in one of Red Kit's scenes.

Anyway, let's cut the story short. In English, the phrase "cut to the chase, get straight to the point" can be translated as "lagalugayı kes, direkt konuya gel." This phrase is currently being questioned for two reasons: ironic "sarcastic" and metaphorical.

There are two words in English: cheesy and phony. Conceptually close words. Cheesy means serious but foolish, while phony means fake. In one episode of Family Guy, Peter Griffin is at a shopping mall. He sits down at a piano and starts playing. But nothing is as it seems. And the young man who realizes that Peter Griffin is pretending to play calls him phony. And for about 5 minutes of the episode, this young man keeps calling Peter Griffin phony. It's actually a pretty funny scene. By the way, Stewart Griffin (the baby character in the cartoon) and Brian Griffin (the dog character in the cartoon) are the two main characters who are candidates to mess with phony characters. Although this term doesn't fit this text very well, it doesn't matter. There's no harm in a simile. Eric Cartman from South Park should also be included in this scene. He was so annoying, LAN!!! MUHAHAHAHA to Peter Griffin! And that face he made like a cross, LAN!!! That's when you know Eric Cartman has blown a fuse. He even burned out, ULAN PUAHAHAHAH!!!

ANYWAY, THIS IS A BIT OF BLACK HUMOR. Actually, the phrase "becoming a legend as Gazoz" fits perfectly with the combination of cheesy and phony. We're exactly like Peter Griffin from Family Guy.

The metaphorical meaning of the phrase "becoming a legend as Gazoz" may compare us to Gazoz, which suddenly becomes sparkling but then loses its taste and becomes unbearable. For example, we've been swallowing the same story for over 10 years. Cooking the same food again and again. Eating stale food repeatedly. Sorry, but we're exactly like Gazoz.

In life, I have seen that people can be happy, peaceful, and highly productive. But one day they make a mistake, big or small. Over the years, it grows and becomes something unmanageable. I decided to write these notes to myself to remind myself of that. Maybe someday I or someone else will need it.

I also noted the dates because - I don't know - but I have a perspective that has been around since my 20s and lasts until my 40s. To publish a "trial" book. Yes, this is one of my biggest thoughts in life. I have many shortcomings, but they can be overcome over a decade. Of course, I will always chase after my life.

April 1, 2015

In life, there is always a wind blowing in one direction. Some people who cannot face their conscience use that wind for their daily interests. Some people stand in front of a great purpose against the wind. When a person who tries to use the wind is causing a storm, while the other person comes into our lives with such a storm that the types of people who try to use the wind are tossed around.

April 2, 2015

Two things lie at the heart of our existence: goodness and evil. We can also express this as constructive energy and destructive energy. Perhaps these two types of energy were present even when the world was just a gas cloud. These two energies are fighting fiercely at the very core of creation. The Far Easterners call these two energies "yin" and "yang". Can Yin or Yang completely silence the other? I don't think so. There have been dark periods in the world. However, Yin energy has entered from somewhere and defeated Yang energy - just like the sun defeating the night. In short, nature tells us that we can sustain our lives with either Yin or Yang. But if we keep our Yin side strong enough, we can restrict our Yang side. Moreover, we can take the energy of our Yang side for Yin. Then we become unstoppable. But we must not forget that darkness is much stronger, and it is much easier for light to illuminate darkness than for darkness to darken light.

April 3, 2015

In order for people to live this life and make it livable, they need to find the energy within them and unleash their potentials. No one can say that a person is talentless or empty. It is just not understanding life. First we will understand life. Then we will ask why we are here. We will see that life is actually a flexible shell and as we find our potential, life will give us a more livable place. Actually, isn't it very simple?

April 4, 2015

What life has taught me, actually what I have learned by taking initiative, there are a few things. The first is change, the second is development, the third is being positive and the fourth is synthesizing all of these in one spirit. My idea gained from my experiences is that our precondition is to be positive. Being positive opens the door to change in the right direction and brings us inevitable developments. Then it promises a peaceful but productive life which can help other people. I think this was the biggest lesson life gave me. One of the important things in life may be to understand and develop what you know over time and put it into your life in a different, beautiful way. Life will not always go as expected. But when it happens, you will taste victory, see the light and witness the beginning of brand new days.

April 6, 2015

Actually, I have a lot of curiosity about life. I want to research, learn, understand and convey to other people. It seems to me like one of the most important tasks that life has given me. To be honest, I need to prioritize my curiosities. Maybe I have to eliminate some or leave them for another season, if my life is long enough. But as long as I live, as long as I am healthy - meaning I am not bedridden - I will continue my research. Even if I become bedridden, I will definitely find a way. Yes, I think my brain, which works continuously and without stopping, has a certain location. Although it is difficult to focus on my own agenda in this world where things flow so fast and millions of information are transmitted, isn't the real struggle to find out that you are who you are, making choices accordingly, and putting yourself in line with them?

Questions come at that moment from all sides: "What is this effort? Are you going to reach the core of knowledge?" If there is such a core, of course. I believe that the essence of knowledge, or the core, is in utopia, and that worldly creatures like us can never reach there. However, if utopia comes across, I want to be ready for it, even if only a little.

April 8, 2015

Life is shaped according to people's actions, thought patterns, and what they do. At least that's how I think it works. Regardless of what happens, learning, putting what we learn into practice and then continuing to learn more is never-ending. Johannes Heester, who performs theater at the age of 107, is just like that. He presents different roles to his audience every time he appears even though he is 107 years old.

April 9, 2015

I think the biggest lesson we humans should take from life is that we don't have to be like each other. This difference can be seen in conservative societies or regions where certain approaches have become taboo. But the truth is that as people grow up, develop, become wiser, create awareness, in short, when all of these come together, these taboos or conservative molds will lose their validity. Some people will still try to maintain these taboos as a kind of self-defense or by ignoring their responsibilities. But they will eventually see that those who do not do this will lose their validity. This is the natural but equally merciless functioning of life. What really matters is living. It is meeting new things every day, understanding life, setting oneself for it. In short, it is entering the burrow of life and carefully taking the shiny pearl that the hard-shelled clam hides in our hands. We need to do this carefully because our responsibilities are always with us. Respecting each other, understanding that each of us has the right to make our own choices and seeing that the right to live belongs to that person no matter what. These are our responsibilities. When we fulfill our responsibilities, that hard shell will soften, take on a flexible form, and give us the necessary environment to live. And we will be happy.

April 10, 2014

Everyone knows themselves anyway. This process begins with a baby shouting "I am here" unconsciously. The next process is the development process. Everyone is pulling the oars in this process. There is no problem with that. Some people feel that their oar is very heavy and their arms are about to fall off. But it is a fact that over time, our arms will strengthen and the oars will become lighter. So there is no problem. Life has never been rosy. And we have never sold pink dreams either. Life was tough. And we were aware of this. A life with so many things going on, and so many spontaneous transitions can never be considered easy anyway. You know what? Life had to be difficult anyway. We all found ourselves in this difficult life. For example, it's a matter of how honest you are or how dishonest you are. We will always hold the oars with our hands. If we can't hold them, we will resist the raging seas with our minds. But we will always be honest. We will absolutely not capsize.

I came across a movie recently. The name of the movie was "Life of Pi". A man who had to share the same place with a Bengal tiger in a raft in the middle of the ocean. Aren't we all face-to-face with 2 oars, 1 boat, and a herd trying to capsize us in the middle of the ocean? Would it be too exaggerated to liken the compelling events we experience to a Bengal tiger at this point? That's why everyone knows themselves anyway. So there is no problem.

April 14, 2014

It's quite ironic that when a child living in Africa with perhaps one in a million of your opportunities can achieve the happiness that you can't seem to find, it really highlights the fact that many of us are struggling to scratch an itch somewhere in our lives.

April 15, 2014

The feeling I have right now is both confident and strong. In fact, I am no stranger to this feeling. If we were to express this feeling briefly, it would be a situation where I felt like I had to come out and show myself to the world during my whole life. Of course, making choices in life was important at this point. I must admit that I have fallen and struggled many times. Isn't that what life is all about? But the important thing is that our choices never negatively affect justice. Only then does the feeling I mentioned earlier emerge. Actually, doesn't it seem too difficult?

April 15, 2015

Analytical thinking is very important. Sigmund Freud is known as the father of analytical thinking in psychology. Sigmund Freud tried to direct his unconscious mind, but he couldn't do it, I heard. I don't know if it harmed him to do so. However, excessive analytical thinking may seem harmful. Moreover, approaching every event analytically may not always be wise. But I am in favor of considering what the problem is, where it will lead, what its side effects will be, and whether it will have a domino effect on the surrounding stones. This can also be done with analytical thinking.

I must forecast to some extent. That is, we should have predictions for the future. We should identify situations well and have scenarios accordingly. Otherwise, are we any different from a headless chicken? We run around aimlessly.

But we must not forget that being analytical separates us from emotionalism. Especially, it takes us far away from hatred, arrogance, and ridiculous egoistic obsessions. Of course, we are not robots. We do not emerge from torn underwear like cybermen in Doctor Who or are not robotic beings saying "exterminate." We are not programmed. We carry both an angel and a demon within us. Perhaps we need to use analytical thinking to find the balance between them. Of course, let's sprinkle a little emotional intelligence in there too so that we don't become robotic cybermen and exterminate everything.

April 15, 2015

I really don't know why I'm so drawn to jazz music. Maybe it's because of the complexity I see in my own soul. That is, my non-monotonous soul that makes variations causes this. The jazz music I used to listen to at one point was exactly like this. Only the double bass was played as a standard. Apart from that, you couldn't tell which instrument would come in and when. Still, there was a harmony. And I was amazed. Then I would say to myself that every part of my soul would come together and create a harmony. I think there is no deterministic structure in jazz music. It is not possible to predict or foresee what will happen in life after 1 minute. You only live with your predictions and analytical thinking. However, the soul is something completely free of these. Maybe that's why I like jazz music so much.

April 17, 2015

I think people underestimate life. Yes, indeed, we definitely need to expand our vision. We are stuck within four walls, deceived and distracted. That's why most people are unhappy and restless, even though we have reached the bottom of materialism. If we knew the potential inside us, or rather if we could find the courage to discover it, there would undoubtedly be significant changes in our lives. There are two concepts I have learned in this life that shape our way of living. The first is materialistic life, and the second is metaphysical life. We all want tangible, visible things in this world. There is an English idiom "Face the music" which means to confront an uncomfortable truth, like "face up with inevitable results." Acceptance is a slow process. "I'm as slow as Mallaisen" can also be used. For example, I wanted to own drumsticks. It's in my library. Some want a house, a car. Some want a jet, a yacht, to scale up and down. But face the music a bit. So, where does this list end? Probably, there is no limit. A human being can become a very 'greedy' creature. But there is an English idiom, "put your money where your mouth is," which can be translated as "talk the talk and walk the walk". What does it add to our lives? That is, not talking the talk and extending the list more and more. Will any of these matter when you are bedridden? These are questions you should ask yourself every day. "Questions you should ask yourself every day." Money is worshipped nowadays, "worship to money dedicate for gaining this small shitty piece of paper or coin". We want beautiful things, beautiful bookshelves. I want to listen to jazz music in my 5th concert series starting from tomorrow's Jazz concert. Perhaps the heroes in the books we put on our shelves also want what I want, can't it be? Do you judge a book by its cover without opening it? Those heroes want a soul. That's when the other way of life comes into play. Metaphysical life adds new windows to the house you build in this life. So that you can see unseen landscapes. The things you can see in these landscapes give more pleasure than anything you can have in metaphysical life. Of course, balance is a fact that needs to be present in every aspect of life. But do you know? Discovering this point gives us more happiness than anything else. In Plato's world of ideas, utopia, we will never be there, but we can make our lives better and get rid of monotony. LET'S GET RID OF IT.

April 28, 2015

Power is very important at home. Knowing your strength, knowing what you are capable of, knowing your limits, knowing when to surrender, knowing when to let yourself go, seeing and sensing where the inner you can take you. Actually, these are your real powers. The thing called power must be realistic. It should not be inflated too much, or it will burst. Because as much as a human being is designed as a powerful creature, he can easily exaggerate and become intoxicated with that thing. And then his head will turn into a kind of village idiot, neighborhood bully. That's when he loses his power. Therefore, power must be sought within oneself. More precisely, things that can bring out that power must be found. Only then can you show the light that your power spreads to yourself and to those around you. There are many examples that can be given at this point. Let me limit it to just 2 with your permission. Let me start with a musician whose concert I recently attended. She is a 60-year-old percussion artist who came to our country with the concept of performing in 60 places this year, celebrating her 60th year. She is like a sycamore tree with long branches and green leaves, proving the opposite of what people have become in 60 years. How she performed for us was simply amazing. She played drums, used her percussion masterfully, played the piano, and even sang. Her voice was hazy. You look out of the hazy glass; it's snowing outside. You admire it. That's exactly how she was. Her name was Marilyn Mazur. Also, let's give an example of a theater actor from our country. Genco Erkal was amazing on stage. He knew how to use his voice beautifully. His octave must have been high. Yes, it had to be. He could transition quickly from a deep tone to a light one. His diaphragm must have been very strong. He also seemed to have control over his head voice. And what about his voice frequency? When he spoke loudly, you would suddenly hear him transform into an almost inaudible tone. Here are two giants who have found their power but remained human! It is a fact that we humans need to get our act together. This is a heavy slap that hits us in the face every hour of our lives. The truth is, there are so many examples out there that we can learn from if we just open our eyes a little bit.

April 28, 2015

Life doesn't always go the way you want it to. However, you shape yourself according to the evolving situations, much like water taking the shape of its container. Of course, at this point, being principled and honest is important. You should know that life will end someday, and you will inevitably face this reality and embrace it. This will help you a lot in life. We are the ones who make life complicated; then we start saying that life is meaningless. This is because we cannot untangle ourselves from the complexity. For example, after putting my headphones in my pocket for a while, I notice that the cables are tangled. Until I solve it, I become frustrated. In fact, it is very easy for us to get into knots that cannot be untangled in life. In short, life will always try to tie this knot for you. You need to know this and act accordingly.