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It is an interesting question why rain evokes such different emotions in people. The same sound of rain can be soothing to one person while triggering an introverted mood in another. Some people love rainy weather; sitting by the window watching the outside and quietly spending time with a warm drink brings them comfort. Others notice that their energy drops along with the gray sky and feel more alone or melancholic.Perhaps the compelling aspect of rain lies in its ability to force people to pau

In the past, boredom was a natural part of life. Looking out the window during long bus rides, observing one’s surroundings while waiting in line, or simply feeling time pass slowly because there was nothing to do at home were common experiences. People sometimes found themselves in stillness, thinking, daydreaming, and sensing time move slowly. Although boring, boredom had its own place within the rhythm of life.Today, however, these same moments of stillness do not last as long. Because someth

When standing before a mirror, people often look not at the face itself but at its habits: the shadows beneath the eyes, the slow recession of the hairline, the fold of the lips that no longer smiles as freely as before. That morning was no different; as he washed his face, the cold water briefly scattered the residue of sleep, and as he wiped his forehead with a towel, his gaze caught on a fine line that had rested there for years, just above his eyebrow. How old it was no longer came clearly t

Humans do not only miss other people. Sometimes they miss cities, the memories tied to those cities, and the people they left behind. They have returned involuntarily to a place that does not belong to them. The place that truly belongs to them is the one they left behind. As Kahraman Deniz sings in one of his songs, “I was just about to leave this city, to return to streets where I never belonged.”【1】 And sometimes you are ready to leave—something is merely holding you back. No one is forcing y

I want to be on a train. Far away from where I am, I want to see the sea from my window, and feel that scent with every breath. I suppose I want too much—it feels like a dream, yet when I think about it, it seems even closer than a dream.I want to be on a train, to flee this city without even taking my bag. I want to leave behind the bad feelings it left on me and not even look back. I want to watch the clouds drift by, accompanied by a faint melody in my ears. I want to amplify feelings no one

I view my tears as acts of sacrifice. They can also be seen as an outward expression of what I have lived through and witnessed alongside others. For example, I never forget a single night I cried. My tears solidify that night in my mind. I do not cry easily. If I love something enough to cry over it, I will never let it go, no matter what. This is actually one of my weaknesses. Sometimes people believe that crying does not change anything and is therefore pointless. But it does not need to chan

In fact, everyone’s experiences have value unique to them. If you are born in a house engulfed in flames, you believe the entire world is burning. But that is not true. Deep down, you find that the world is not burning. Yet it has taken such root in your mind that you cannot believe the world is not on fire. The world does not burn only for you; it burns for everyone. The world burns at everyone’s weakest point. Just when everything seems to be going well, your life can suddenly collapse. You as

Some days a person stands for a long time in front of the closet. There are many options, yet nothing seems to match the feeling of that particular day. Then suddenly, without warning, the hand reaches for that one piece that always makes you feel good. Maybe it is a blazer that fits the shoulders perfectly, maybe an old sweatshirt that has not been worn in years, or perhaps just a simple outfit that, when seen in the mirror, gives you the sense that today is the day.What is interesting is that

Sometimes a person stumbles upon an old song when they have nothing at all. Within the first few seconds a part of them aches. They cannot quite explain what they are missing at that moment but feel as if something long gone wishes to return. Perhaps an old summer evening, perhaps conversations after school, perhaps a feeling that no longer exists… Then the person quietly forms this sentence to themselves:“The old days were better.”Were they really?Perhaps people remember the past not as it was

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, a person pauses and reopens a conversation from years ago. Fingers scroll down the screen, old sentences are read again, and feelings thought to be forgotten quietly return. Perhaps it is only a few messages, perhaps hours-long conversations… But the reason a person returns to these lines is rarely just curiosity.Some people save screenshots of their conversations. Others cannot bring themselves to delete the messages. Because those words are more than just