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 person who cannot do the job they did for decades because they have lost a limb, but we are happy that they are alive, do you think we will take them into our lives as if nothing has happened?
The dead? The survivors? Those who are left behind? Would they rather die or are they as happy as we are to be alive?
When there are thousands under the rubble and disappearing one by one, should we celebrate the breath we take as millions outside or is it more logical to freeze in the face of the meaninglessness of life?
Is it possible to understand those struggling to survive under the piles? Can we really empathize with a life that is suddenly reset? Years from now, can we remember that pain and lament it, or do we choose to sink back into our routine and live as if nothing happened?
Life is quite meaningless.
I was in Colombia when the earthquake happened. As I listened to the stories of bloodshed, executions, bombings, and children dying between two fires, I was thinking how can they be such a positive nation. Why can’t we be like that?
There were two important words for them: ‘hope’ and ‘transformation’. One helped them survive, the other helped them look to the future with hope.
When the earthquake happened, I realized that what Turkiye lack is hope. We cannot laugh because we have lost faith in transformation. Our future has been stolen, we have forgotten that the word ‘hope’ even exists. This is the price of autocracy. Transformation brings us fear, not hope. We are fighting with the unknown every day.