Prisons

mmm

The prison that is the most difficult to be released from is that of one’s own made. It imprisons one to such depths that one may forget how he or she had actually entered. Whilst passing the time with strong but silent shouts, one day and quite suddenly, one realizes that this dungeon was the created by one’s own walls…

 

All restrictions are self-made and all are for one’s own self. 

There, one can neither manage to leave nor can one allow others in.

The worst part is chasing all those who wish to love one, and keeping all those outside whom one loves… 

Desperation arrives just at that moment, the moment when one realizes that this is a a system and not a vacation.

People have their own lies within their own prisons. 

One does not make unclear apologies or create defenses for one’s self; one has already made clear explanations within one’s heart. 

Epitome: destiny… 

Destiny is the only salvation through one’s imprisonment. 

IF THEY ARE NOT THE CAUSE OF THIS DEFEAT, THE PRICE IS NOT A PUNISHMENT BUT THE “FATE”.

However, in one’s life journey, there are no simple processes which may be simplified as destiny. The “learned helplessness” of devastating defeats may not be simplified as coincidences…

When all is processing with perfect harmony with each other in a flow, one single stone does fall on one’s path and turns upside down all the balances that one had created meticulously.

One is not forced to start a new life with every stone that one stumbles on…

 

“TO RISE WITH THE LARK”

not-an-early-riser

To get up early is so beautiful when it is not an obligation…

To rise early not out of necessity, but as a habit, and accepting this as the most important start of life, to give shape to the days accordingly…

If one loves to start a day,

One will feel the beauty of being alive unexceptionally and trustingly…

Human beings are actually encoded in an archaic system from those days when one left his cave with the sun rise. This coding is still active. More importantly, for all those people who complian for not having enough time to accomplish things, to rise early is the definitive solution. “Early” meaning TO RISE WITH THE LARK.

nasil-erken-uyanilir

Nothing is more “human” than coming into action with the first rays of the sun.

One feels the state of belonging to the nature and grasps this belonging so clearly!

I advise all those people who falsely think themselves incapable of waking up in a vigorous state, that they should readjust their movements to the “sundial”. This means returning home when the sun is setting, sleeping accompanied by the stars and becoming aware of the quilt not as a warm escapade but as a heavy cover…

Although the present habit has become to start the day with an alarm clock, leaving this imprisonment, this authority of time over us, and returning to the archaic rhythm of cohabitation of humans with nature is my dream. Just like what I am experiencing lately…

Because human beings have been taught to memorize everything within structures, I feel that these structures have become our own burdens.

When the alarm rings and its awful sound disturb one’s peace, the meaning of waking up to a new beginning is changed.

I propose that we should not be at peace with the alarm clock, set it right and wake up under its command.

erken_kalkmak

I suggest and I offer the sunny radiance of not having a clock.  If not on the first morning, surely on the next days, waking with the rhythm of the nature without any alarm clock buzzing its way through the ears and into the brain will be welcome by your inner self; it will become a new pleasure in your life, rebelling against the resistant and tough fixity of imprisonment that life has forced you and enjoying a flexibility, a freedom however tiny it may seem at first!

CONNECT to LIFE

206821_1996858409524_1485397876_2297753_1127141_nSome mornings I miss my childhood or maybe even my whole life before “technology” so much;

living with no attachment to the machines like computers, cellphones or even internet…

I miss those times especially when the first thing I have to do is to check my e-mails,

writing notes down on my agenda, and to decide how I’m going to use my day planning by every single hour that I have.

Having no coincidences and suprises in my daily life is breaking me apart…

The hurting part is not living with deadlines or hurry;

just this slavery to our computers and smartphones that we have.

Being unable to use and feel the time and being totally away from that talent ‘to keep in mind’ what we have to do.

Most of my friends forgot to use an agenda; they lost their understanding of calendar and time because of their smartphones.

Life became something that when you hear an alarm informing  you… Something that we connect instead of live it…

melting_clock_eriyen_saat_500

Watches are becoming useless and mostly unimportant to have,

or just a symbol of wealth instead of being masters of ‘time’; they loose their meaning day  by day,

because people prefers to check their smartphones and they trust them more than anything else.

watchSo companies try different and joyful ways to make us remember the meaning of watches.

But even they know that watch means ‘money’ not time anymore…

Same issue is a problem also with agendas and such…

agenda1I remember the days that people were so excited to buy a brand new agenda each year. 

The importance of the papers quality, the joy to write things down…

“trusting to your own handwriting and trying to write as good as you can”…

In those days, your agenda was your symbol of your charactesrand anything to note down was important.

For example we used to take notes about our friends birthdays, we were checking the days, counting them, waiting for them with no alert needed.

Honestly, I still keep an agenda and I still wear my watches; I still love papers and pencils. But I think each day I’m becoming more “extinct”.

Everyone is asking me ‘why’ I still buy them or use them as we have our cellphones and so on instead…

And my answer is:

I prefer being as human as I can 🙂

I PREFER TO LIVE, INSTEAD OF TO CONNECT TO LIFE.

The Mirror of Pride has a blinding Light

images (4)

Pride is the trap within which One may lose everything.

Overestimation of one’s self may reduce the grand beauties of one’s great world…

So unfortunate that vanity becomes the deep prison within us…entrapped in a prison made of the bars of shades that one has drawn…  

Exagerating life events somehow shapes one’s own agony, unintentionally;

Exagerating one’s self importance and missing happiness in the tiny details is the blinding of one’s self and it is so devastating.

 

One is one’s own dangerous and life-long enemy.

The scores of one’s life races and losses are the ink spots which had leaked from one’s fingers.

That ink which comes into being within the veins of pride, flows down one’s skin and will never be cleansed with water and soap unless one cannot raise his consciousness and heal his soul.

 

Pride breeds egoism. The soul in search of love will then be buried into absolute solitude in time. Loneliness follows in silence; the eyes will search for others to blame among the emotionally crowded isolation.

To be able to love someone, some people assume that it is necessary to give up on one’s self; conversely, the aim is not to dispense with one’s self, Master, it is to add up to one’s self!

 

A Picture Is Worth 1,000 Words

couple-embrace In an old spot of the city, a brand new love is shining on the street…

All the daily raises, all the worries and pains or even hurries are set aside leaving an unknown taste of happiness in this picture…

This couple doesn’t care about the time or place, they are free to dare to love unconditioningly.

They are young and they still feel their existence, which many of othershad lost its meaning under the years which passed by.

Love is priceless and limitless.

Love is kinda stepping outside from running in circles. It gives our moments back which life takes from us.

You just feel more alive and more real.

It’s like adding glitters to the pastel colors…

You are not alone anymore if you have love;or simply if you love…

And this erases all broken thoughts from your mind. It also gives meaning to your thoughts.

You become alienated by social structures, and your slavery routines of your life become unimportant or even meaningless.

Think about the others in this picture;

Do they look joyful? Absolutely not… And that’s the difference of love own.

This couple can be seen both as separating for that moment or just arrived and found eachother. But in both situtation, they have them, with all pure and innocent love.

Maybe they will loose their anxious to meet one day, and maybe they will become like others;

but now is their time to feel themselves as unique and united.

This feeling is the most precious one ever in a life time.

Thinking all my daily basis worries and thoughts, fights and so on;

I should admit that I’m pretty jealous, looking at them.

Even just a picture can take you from your chair to a different mode of thinking just in a second.

I tried to picture myself in that scene; and I found out that I put myself in that tramspot waiting for the new one.

The bad part of my imagination was: waiting a streetcar as a part of my touristic excursion and I imagined myself alone in a foreign city…

How sad yeah?..

IN THE NAME OF UNCONDITIONALITY

521761_2971507371974_1390464649_32533376_1500516511_n

 I am not suggesting a world of equality for everyone; I am, however, imagining a world of my own in which everyone will be loved equally.

A dream world where there are no prejudices… I dream of people loving each other as innocently as the animals do…

A world, for example, where races are intermixed but not mixed with prejudices; a world of pure love…

I wish to meet other  people with no consideration on neither part with regard to color or voice.

I am not in pursuing full agreement between people; it is enough to be at that point of trying to understand.

I wish that two strangers greet each other when passing by each other.

I dream of lives being as simple as just expressing a wish from the other.

Not even words have to be spoken; a simple movement of the head being understood fully by the other.

Agreement is not important; understanding is my dream…   

The world in which we live at present saddens me unwillingly.

The crowds passing by a fallen person on the street with unseeing eyes fills my heart with pain.

I am rebelling against this post-modern negligence of the other. Is it difficult to love the world and other human beings unconditionally?..

Is it that hard to show and to share love and respect?

Documentaries share with us the sacrificing relations among multitudes of animals; why should such a treasure not be shared among the humans of this world?

When did we become so egocentric? When was it that we started to lose emotions?…

Why should it be a burden on the shoulders to give a little smile and create even the tiniest joy in another’s life?..

When did we lose politeness? When did we get so silent and started to live in little personal boxes?

When was it that reactions only surfaced for only material interests?

When was it that cooperating and sharing with others became so impossible?

When did we forget that we belonged to the nature and remained silent when trees were replaced by tall buildings?

And did this alienation start? How did we allow ourselves to ride the same elevators without recognizing the neighbors?

There is a deep silence among all the noise of this world…

Everyone is talking now but nobody hears the other…

 

I humbly suggest and wish that we make a difference today :

Smile at someone passing by you on the street, thank with all sincerity to the janitor collecting your waste bin, sit near someone on a bench and say hello to him…

I wish that you make a difference today: give a piece of your toast to a street cat and pat him, or pat the head of a dog for no reason at all…

Feel yourself alive and all those around you feel the same…

Make a difference and feel the unconditionality of life and breathe!

Every morning again, anew, once again

538015_478697175498727_828301497_nSun rises again every day; it is only up to us to value this continuous re-birth…

Every morning is the beginning of a new life…

All pain and sorrow drowns within the night and the first rays of the sun clean the heart.. All souls are enlightened with each sunrise…

Such a grand cleansing that even at that first glimpse, one strips off all the worries.

 

This is such a cleansing that one can not help but fills with wonder the sight of the sun.

Such deep is the penetration of that light and the happiness that one keeps on feeling re-born at each new dawn.

This is why I believe in the Sun and I understand why all ancient civilizations worshipped the sun…!

Every single morning I grasp the essence of ancient wisdom in which Sun is the greatest of all gods.

Gods of rain, of moon, of snow may carry within them some secret fears, dangers, threats whereas Sun as the God will shine on them too!

 

I accept with respect that important role that Sun played since the Creation: giving birth.

And I also know that when the sun rises again tomorrow morning, thenuniverse will give me an enormous new chance for a new life…

When the desire comes from the depth of the heart, all mistakes, all deficiencies, all helplessness are wiped away by the Sun…

The rays of the sun flowing down through the clouds and shining on one’s skin create feelings which surpass forgiveness… 

If one can only trust enough, keep silent enough and listen to the universe, in the blink of an eye one can erase all the mistakes in one’s life…

I trust the Sun.

In the mornings, I can feel all the opportunities that it presents.

And I love the Sun! Because It gives me the chance of being myself again at every dawn.

This is why I love waking in the mornings; waking up even if it is yet too early, waking up when the sky is yet pinkish red…

The reflection of the rays of the sun on the leaves and on the grass…this must be magic…

Such a magic that not only does it make all living things shine but also glorifies the earth, the soil, the stones and makes them alive…

Those who appreciate the value of the sun most are those who drowned in the dark…

Those who have walked the dark streets and were deeply hurt; those are the people who will notice most the sun rising in the morning.

I do not have the intention of describing the supremacy of the sun as I am writing these lines; it is so noticeable, so clear.

However, I feel like emphasizing the necessity of such an appreciation.

Because I remember the pains I had when in darkness…

As it is usually called, helplessness is an experience which I carried a lot in my soul and that is why the Sun is so important in my life.