#23.03.2020

[aarondingle]

[heaintscum]

[hosgeldinhuzun]

[liam-93-productions]

Stack It Up reached 50 Million streams on Spotify! 🙌🏼🎊

[lazilymagnificentcollection]

Things are tough as a student right now

I don't know what the end days will really be like. Whether it will be fire and brimstone, burning oceans and weeping forests, rivers running blood and the devil claiming thrones. I don't know.

But there is something about the stillness here, there is something about the emptiness, something about the dark windows and deserted streets. It's apocalyptic. Never so far in my lifetime, has there been an event on this scale which so loudly spoke the truth of impermanence such as this. It seems that today I can't feel any other way. We are entering a period which shows the immutable law of impermanence can strike at the heart at any moment; the impermanence of health and life, and the impermanence of health and material goods. When life is mundane and yet fairly comfortable and smooth, it can be all too easy for thoughts of death and impermanence to be contemplated in an impersonal, philosophical way, one which is not immediate to our own situation and can be contemplated briefly and then tucked safely away at the back of our minds. You know exactly what that is like right now. You know how scary that is, and how weirdly monotonous our current situation is when it feels like everything else is spiraling out of control. Writing is fantastic outlet for something like that, taking your feelings and bleeding it all over the page. May be they are going through a similar nervous feeling, may be they are also stuck somewhere, maybe there is something similarly hanging over their heads that they don't know how to deal with. You could take advantage of that and channel it directly into your writing and here I go:

It seems like most people have managed to take a stance somewhere along the spectrum with the current situation, be it panicking, preparing or being cynical or anything in-between. I still don't fully know How I feel? It is rather difficult not to get mentally stressed in such a situation when you know that your very survival depends on not getting mentally stressed. The knowledge that even little bit of mental stress can make you susceptible to the dreaded corona virus can be more stress-inducing thing and constant awareness of the fact that your stress level are rising because of your rising stress levels, until you are on self-enforcing spiral of ever-escalating mental stress. Everyone is definitely feeling the effects of corona virus some or other way. Life everywhere is unstable and full of loss Why should academic lives be any different? Students are more distressed than ever before. Everything is shut for a couple of weeks and so are universities once again. We earlier have had it enough in January during protests and now once again. I am concerned. Now you might ask, Why are you concerned? You're literally not going to have any academic schedules for two weeks! it's a long rest period!

It is true(and I'm having fun),but hear me out. If we keep missing academe for this amount of time, we wouldn't be able to catch up quickly.This might hurt us in the long run with all the tests, assessments and exams lined up in following months. It just increases the worry we have over the future and what it holds.

Again there are pros to taking a break and everything seems to be more chill.

But the string of question arrive when are we going back exactly? When are we going back to normal life again? Is everything in the world going to be okay?

Anyone else being absolutely crushed by the reality of global events or am I just over-reacting? Anyway is anyone feeling any better yet?

[icindekiinsan]

ÇOK ÖZLEDİM ARKADAŞLAR ÖYLE BÖYLE DEĞİL 😢

Ama az daha sabır. Geçecek her şey. O güne kadar Allah bizi ve sevdiklerimizi korusun...

[clear-dance]

Lachen

Sie hatte so ein ansteckendes Lachen,

man wollte nichts dagegen machen.

So zog das Lachen weiter,

machte die Menschen heiter.

Als es weiter zog durch's Land,

blieb sie zurück, ausgebrannt.

Vom Ernst des Lebens überrollt,

das hatte es so nie gewollt.

[komischervogel-komischervogel]

Nadelwahl

Wer jetzt lacht, verrät die Angst, die der Vernunft befiehlt zu gebieten, dass wir mit immer spitzeren Nadeln (statt wie bisher - will heißen, dass wir uns zu  möglichst stumpfen Nadeln rieten) unsere Träume endlich zerplatzen. Doch wir verwenden - aus Angst, es würde die Angst uns sonst tadeln -  dazu nur bloß keine Anstecknadeln.