Not being able to take root makes a person angry. The answer to this question is quite simple. Being not understood also can make a person angry. When your all vicissitudes with your agony are belittled by your loved ones, humans can turn into an animal which has no control. The people who enter our lives, especially at our turning points, should understand you if they have an expectation to be loved. Making extra explanations for the people who take root in your heart is a pointless effort for humans. And then, this struggle turns you into an impotent beast. Even though talking is not a hard exercise for human action, explaining ourselves can consume our soul. Just a glimpse should explain everything that burns you because it is not impossible for such a complex creature. We are born to be loved, to feel, to understand, and to die. Till death, we should discover our hidden precious feelings which are gifts to sense. We are gifted to feel, why should we waste our feelings when we can live by being understood and live them properly? Human beings need to be understood. Living and being understood is the most important and essential need of man. Standing where we cannot feel these and turning into a monster is the biggest harm you do to your potential. A person's home is the place where he is understood. The person you are not judged by is your family.
I heard that the sense of belonging was discussed a lot during this period, so my mask was gradually falling away . My fellows started to realize me since I could not find enough strength to hide my bleeding. My wounds were bleeding clearly every time. I was laughingly denying it while making people watch this wound that I couldn't stop bleeding. I'm the happiest. Could you please shut up? I'm asking, can't we talk about being a little bit of everywhere and being completely nowhere? My dear friends, won't we say both death farewells and moving farewells again? Now I don't hesitate to say goodbye. I'm sorry, pure and delicate souls, to whom I bid farewell whenever I thought of them. I'm not in me. I wanted to love, but I was not made to love. I didn't become evil, I was made evil. Time became my prisoner , highways became my home. I said goodbye to everyone , I didn't solve the p...
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