Let me call them defeated stories then…
Defeated stories… I see quite a lot of these kinds of stories, especially after they’ve been defeated, their chances of realization eliminated, and then voiced.
You know, dear readers, actually a beautiful poem could emerge from this, but my concern is no longer to write the poetry of defeated stories or to imagine situations dwelling in dreams beyond reality, beyond the real world. I want to speak freely and clearly now. I save my poems for truths. I want to construct wonderful sentences that contain only reality. I don’t want to talk about the whispers of souls lost in the dejection of unresolved feelings, to commemorate such souls; I want to talk about flowers blooming again, for instance, about the rising sun, smiling faces, justice and law, a real life.
I don’t host defeated stories in my poems.
Well, since this is my decision, I wanted to start a conversation with you from here and try to solve this state of mind of us humans together.
First of all, I won’t speak poetically, let me say I’ll try to do this as much as possible, or :))
Anyway, let’s get to the point;
Humanity is the victim of its unresolved complexes.
So here’s my advice to you; don’t pay attention to your complexes. If you’ve lost the possibility of realizing them.
And please don’t get into those imaginary, fantastical states either, like there’s nothing impossible, let me fulfill this complex here, let me experience this feeling I have inside there… oh, I couldn’t do this at that age, let me do it now…
No… it won’t work! It’s passed, yes it’s passed and gone now.
Face it!
Shall I tell you the greatest secret I know for moving forward in life and staying upright!
Facing it! and accepting!
First, love yourself, your own decisions.
Own and accept the actions you’ve taken, the decisions you’ve made.
Whether good or bad, say this is mine, say I did it.
Because this is life, and we are human beings.
Sometimes we lose, sometimes we win, sometimes we’re wrong, sometimes we’re right.
We do right sometimes, sometimes wrong.
We get sad, we cry, we laugh, we rejoice.
All of this is us.
So don’t keep turning back and bringing up stories from the past.
This road continues.
The train is moving forward.
That station has passed.
Passed.
Look only to the horizon.
Make it a habit to say goodbye to yesterday and hello to tomorrow.
Stay with love. 🤍
