A person shouldn’t exaggerate the depth of their relationship with a sentence they’ve just read.
One must know when to shoo it away “kışt!” if that sentence dares to start explaining you to yourself.
Otherwise? You’ll never know what a sly creature that sentence is it’ll start building you out of its own words, try to make you resemble it, swallow you in two bites, and digest you whole.
Once you step into someone else’s sentence, good luck ever getting out to write your own.
Dear soul whose eyes have wandered this way, let me tell you straight: I’d rather you just read what’s written here and move along.
Don’t get stuck on the sentences.
Don’t turn them into solid bricks of meaning and build mental fortresses out of them let them all flow away.
And whatever you do, don’t go looking for what’s right or wrong in these lines.
 dünya işleri |  ezoteri & felsefe |  kısa öyküler |
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who am I
Alright then, go ahead try to explain yourself.
“Who am I?”
Do I even know who I am?
My name, my family, my country, my religion, my nation, my gender, my job, my profession…
The ones I love, the ones I couldn’t love, hobbies, fears, emotions, thoughts…
Is that what I am?
Has describing myself really come down to these?
A sack full of dry words and definitions… adjectives with no other purpose than to harden life and turn it into concepts.
What else will they do but sketch a rough outline in someone else’s mind?
Sometimes I feel like a detective, moving step by step from tiny clues toward the truth.
Chasing that familiar question: “Who am I, and what am I doing here?”
