Who are you? Have you ever thought about it? Or has it ever crossed your mind who you are and who you could be? Where do you belong, or do you belong anywhere? Do you sustain the character that exists with the name given to you by your family, or do you nourish from the pains you’ve lived through; do you survive from your faith, your love? Whom do you have responsibilities towards in your life? To the family that raised you, to your homeland, or just to your heart, like a pigeon striving to escape its cage and work to be free?
We claim we are free and lament about it, sometimes we proclaim who we are with our surnames, and sometimes we shut ourselves off so much that we can’t think of anything but ourselves. Sometimes, we live and die without finding our true purpose in life because of this. Or do we really die, or does our soul continue to touch the hearts of other people, other beings?
Sometimes we hurt so much that we can’t think of anything but ourselves and ignore others while simply passing life off as ‘life’. We forget about the beauties of life, its dynamism, its tender flowers…
Sometimes you touch others’ lives so much that you forget who you are, you devote yourself to the dynamism of other lives, losing and forgetting your own dynamism.
You do not know whether what you’ve lost are the memories of your childhood or the new pages of your future; you just search for yourself. That’s when you realize that life is a quest.
In this ceaseless quest for finding a title for oneself, while a person struggles to make themselves indelibly and indelibly inscribed in memories, life, while making those plans, was actually making other plans as well. Perhaps that’s where coincidence starts. Or is there really such a thing as coincidence? Maybe it arises from the consequences of what you didn’t choose. Just like every choice is a renunciation. I liken life to this exactly. To a father choosing to leave his family, a mother choosing to sacrifice herself for her children, a family choosing actually not to be able to be a family, a love being severed before it could become a true love, a rose being plucked for a love that will end in vain. This is why the dynamism of life, every choice is actually an abandonment… Those left behind are never considered. Those who incessantly search for who they are, just like the world’s careless rotation, the sun’s brazen rise every day, abandon many things to find a place in life. While abandoning many things, they actually lose themselves as well.
Once you know who you are, what significance do titles hold?
While choosing who you are, do not forget the outcomes of your renunciations and your identity. Because the marks of the house you were born in are hidden in your identity, in your heart.
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