Life is so meaningless, isn’t it? The massive earthquake in Turkiye made me think about it again. I was lost in my daily struggle and forgot how death is so close all the time.
So many things are out of our control. Without even the slightest knowledge, we pay for the mistakes of others. Thousands of lives end because someone didn’t do their job right. The man who doesn’t do his job must have said, “What can possibly happen?
Money can buy everything. It can even destroy memories by removing the rubble and building new cities. But what about all the trauma, destroyed lives, and broken families?
You make plans with great hopes, save money and marry the one you love. The next day your dreams collapse on you. The rest is darkness.
You study, you work, you strive… You give everything you have as if you are saving the world and in 45–60 seconds it all becomes meaningless.
You spend your life buying a house and a car. The fate of the geography where you were born, you have to spend your life for these things. You think it’s done and it all disappears in seconds, just like the breath you exhale.
Sometimes you survive by chance. They call it a miracle. They celebrate, and they rejoice. But really, is it a salvation or is it a torture where every minute you feel the pain of what you have lost?
Can we really understand a child growing up without a mother or a father? A mother or father who has lost their whole family? And do you think we will remember the…
