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indifference

Was always thinking as if each one of us is different,

but I see now that there is

no difference

there is no real difference whatsoever

in intellect, in the feelings, in thought

everyone is the same

like a drop in the river

yet the past is what

we’re all about

and feeling sad for the ones who

stuck in the past,

in what fed them,

and in what made them real,

and in what shaped them like a solid statue

without a living movement.

it’s hard to break the chain of upbringing,

to see the past of your relatives

of their decisions ,

parenting your parents ,

being sad but at the same time

doing what must be done,

being mature enough to see their faults.

isolating from society

blaming people for their decisions

judging people based on who they are

are the greatest hindrances of a real human being.

you don’t need years behind your age,

you don’t need years of experience

to see the problem,

the real problem,

the problem is us,

we make a society like this

out of our own misery

our own delusions

our own self-centeredness

the real treasure is

to die in every movement

to reborn again

without any trace of fear and anxiety.

Seyit Kaan Karaalioglu