Lost Lives - Ahmet Yağcı
09-11-2023
16:32
LOST LIVES
Ahmet Yagci
Have you ever lost yourself somewhere in your life?
Or when you find yourself integrated with the sound of the waves while walking on a beach?
We have forgotten so much to feel the peace in the sound of the wind and to know ourselves that I sometimes stop and think and feel sad. We don't think or care so much about what life means to us that sometimes I talk to myself and reproach myself while walking. It is not only time that flows from our lives in vain, but also ourselves. Even though our bodies, which we wear like a coat, are enough to protect us from the cold, we are not aware of how good the cold will be for us when we take off the coat. We spend our lives in the artificial warmth of houses with central heating rather than feeling the warmth of crackling wood in the fireplace on our skin. Instead of burying it in a small pot when it was still a bulb and watching a tulip grow slowly with water and sun, we dreamed of sitting in the seat of a luxury sports car and speeding. What is the rush when we can think about the seasons that visit us again and again in the middle of our lives?
I believe that the art of writing has an impact that touches people's hearts. It is impossible to describe the pleasure that books give me, sometimes about conveying an idea to the other party, sometimes about a great love experience, or sometimes about stories that touch people's fears and excite them. I enjoy both reading and writing. Books, which consist of things that every writer has difficulty keeping inside, are among the most valuable things in my life. The feelings I try to express in my articles are generally the things about life that we forget to experience and do not appreciate. Sometimes it is a silent poppy on the roadside, sometimes it is a frightening lightning bolt, a hail of rain or a hungry hedgehog. Things that are always with us but we cannot look at and forget. In fact, these are the elements that together form a whole and complete the picture of our lives. They speak to us all the time to tell us who we are, but we cannot hear them. However, we always think that we are intelligent beings. The courage we have taken since the day we became free by making our own decisions makes us forget who we are. However, we need even a tiny ant walking quickly in the grass where we see ourselves as bigger. The sky is never angry with us and never withholds its rain. The sun never fails to come. A rose that sees the sun never thinks of not bursting its bud. Karayel knows when to come.
I want you to wake up early in the morning and see the beauty of the sun showing its face behind the hill. I want you to not run away when you see a soft rain falling, just leave yourself in its arms. And I want you not to lose your life, not to get lost somewhere in it. The things a person needs to feel alive are right next to you. And I want you to reach out and touch them.
