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I think we forget that life was never meant to be understood, life was meant to be felt. We spend so much time trying to figure everything out, trying to fix, explain, solve, control. But life is not a puzzle, it's a wave and you were not meant to carry the wave, you were meant to let it move through you.

The joy, the fear, the heartbreak, the moments that didn't make sense till much later. You were not broken, you were becoming. I think the sadness comes from holding on to what was meant to pass.

We grip the moment, the person, the feeling hoping to freeze it in time but everything you have ever loved was borrowed and the beauty of it was never in the holding. It was in the being. So if you are hurting don't rush to escape it. If you are lost don't race to find directions.

Feel it, all of it, because this too is part of the dance and if you listen closely enough, even your pain is trying to teach you how to be alive.

when you realise “pain” and darkness are your friend,

or where you meet the issue

face on - im learning to stop

complaining and be like

HELLO AGAIN! are we going

there and hold its hand somewhat

enjoy the dark moment - Ive had

a few of them each time something

brighter come smashing me in the

Face

ENjoy the darkness the pain.

"Aradığın şey o kitaplarda değil, Aradığın şeyi okuyarak bulamazsın. Sende eksik olan şeyi gözlerinle tamamlayamazsın. Aradığın şeyi Dünya'da arayacaksın, Aradığın şeyi yüreğinle bulacaksın. Dünya'da ki tüm kitaplar, tüm hesaplar, Akıl oyunları, sayfalarca laflar sevginin yerini tutmaz. Okuyarak öğreneceksin ama severek anlayacaksın..”

Antalya.

20 Feb 2026

(Friend sent me this)

Those who look pitiful and hideous in their old age are only so because years rankle them, because they have not accepted the rhythm of their life and go forward to old age with regretful glances behind at lost glories.

Certainly all pleasures are transient; otherwise we should cease to appreciate them, but if this be made the excuse for refusing to enjoy them, one must suspect that man’s ideas of happiness are horribly confused. The secret of the enjoyment of pleasure is to know when to stop. Man does not learn this secret easily, but to shun pleasure altogether is cowardly avoidance of a difficult task. For we have to learn the art of enjoying things because they are impermanent. We do this every time we listen to music. We do not seize hold of a particular chord or phrase and shout at the orchestra to go on playing it for the rest of the evening; on the contrary, however much we may like that particular moment of music, we know that its perpetuation would interrupt and kill the movement of melody. We understand that the beauty of a symphony is less in these musical moments than in the whole movement from beginning to end. If the symphony tries to go on too long, if at a certain point the composer exhausts his creative ability and tries to carry on just for the sake of filling in the required space of time, then we begin to fidget in our chairs, feeling that he has denied the natural rhythm, has broken the smooth curve from birth to death and that though a pretense at life is being made it is in fact a living death.

The meaning of happiness, Alan Watts

Many of these difficulties would be overcome by a clear understanding of the aims of psychological work by those who are unable to avail themselves of a wise analyst, and here again the view of such Oriental systems as Taoism and various forms of Buddhism is very suggestive. For here the object is not to reach any particular stage; it is to find the right attitude of mind in whatever stage one may happen to be. This, indeed, is a fundamental principle of those forms of Oriental psychology which we shall be considering. In the course of his evolution man will pass through an indefinite number of stages; he will climb to the crest of one hill to find his road leading on over the crest of another and another. No stage is final because the meaning of life is in its movement and not in the place to which it moves. We have a proverb that to travel well is better than to arrive, which comes close to the Oriental idea. Wisdom does not consist in arriving at a particular place, and no one need imagine that it is necessarily obtained by climbing a ladder whose rungs are the successive stages of psychological experience. That ladder has no end, and the entrance to enlightenment, wisdom, or spiritual freedom may be found on any one of its rungs. If you discover it, it does not mean that you will not have to go on climbing the ladder; you must go on climbing just as you must go on living. But enlightenment is found by accepting fully the place where you stand now.

Alan Watts, the meaning of happiness

Bazen yol bitti sanırsın..

Hatta bir anlığına pes edersin..

Bundan sonrası yok herhalde dersin.

Şikayet bile ettiğin olur,

Umutlarını yitirirsin..

Çünkü yürümeye hazırlanmışsındır bu sefer

Devam etmeye

Gücün yetmese bile ayağa kalkmaya kendine söz vermişsindir.

Fakat baktığında ne bir yol görünür olur,

Ne bir ize rastlarsın..

Ve zannedersin ki hikayen buraya kadardı..

Bu hayatta en acısı da; sanmaktır zaten!

Sonunu gördüğünü zannettiğin her an yanılıyorsun!!

Biten yol değil,

Sadece bildiğin yol bitti.

Bambaşka bir gerçekliğe yakınsın..

Ve burası yürüyerek gidilemeyen

Başka bir hal gerektiren

Bambaşka bir başlangıç..

Mesele yolun bitmesi değil

Mesele;

Sana hazırlanan yolun hayallerinden bile güzel olması 💙

One day, you’ll realize you’ve already lived through some of the best days of your life. And you didn’t even know it at the time. You were too busy chasing what’s next, busy worrying about what’s missing, thinking happiness was something you’d arrive at one day, once everything finally made sense.

But while you were waiting, you were laughing with people who won’t always be around. You were making memories in places you’ll one day drive past and feel something you can’t explain. You were standing in moments that didn’t feel like the good old days until they were gone.

That’s the thing no one tells you: You rarely recognize happiness when you’re standing in it. It feels too ordinary, too small to matter… until it becomes a memory you’d give anything to experience again.

But right now, you’re still in it. You still have the people, the moments, the chances, the ordinary days you’ll one day call some of your favorite. So stop waiting for life to start. You’re already living it. 🤍

One day, you'll realize you've already lived through some of the best days of your life and you didn't even know it at the time...

You were too busy chasing what's next. Busy worrying about what's missing. Thinking happiness is something you'll arrive at one day.

"Once EVERYTHING falls into place."

But, while you were waiting, you were laughing with people who weren't always going be around.

You were making memories in places, you'll one day drive past and feel some kind of way, but you can't explain it.

You were standing in moments that didn't feel like the "Good Ol Days" till they were gone.

That's the thing that no one tells you. You rarely recognize happiness when you're standing in it. It feels to ordinary, too small to matter.

Until it becomes a memory and now you'd give anything to experience it again.

BUT.... RIGHT NOW YOU'RE STILL IN IT.

You have the people, the moments, the chances, the 'ordinary days' you'll one day call your favorite moments.

So stop waiting for life to start. You're already living in it! 🙌🏽... 💯

“You’re going to realise it one day that happiness was never about your job or your degree or being in a relationship. Happiness was never about following in the footsteps of all of those who came before you; it was never about being like the others. One day, you’re going to see it – that happiness was always about the discovery, the hope, the listening to your heart and following it wherever it chose to go. Happiness was always about being kinder to yourself; it was always about embracing the person you were becoming. One day, you will understand that happiness was always about learning how to live with yourself, that your happiness was never in the hands of others. It was always about you. It was always about you..."

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