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Sometimes I don't have to think my thoughts. They are effortless and friendly. Other times I have to dig through. Or wait for them to surface up.

Judging Ataturk

Religious Turks like to dismiss Ataturk because of his drinking habit. They get a strange pleasure out of claiming that he was a drunkard who governed the country from his dinner table where raki consumption was at a high. They also get secretly happy that even though they cannot go back and change Ataturk's deeds that make him a hero in this lifetime, they know for sure that the sinfulness of his drinking (and whatnot) will not allow him into heaven, where they surely are more than welcome (insallah).
Any judgement made on Ataturk and what happened in his time pitifully lacks basic consideration for circumstances. These people apparently know firsthand how hard war probably is, how piercing it must be to set out to kill people like you while you witness your fellow countrymen get killed all around you, how deep those injuries must go when you had to remain all nationalistic and heroic in the face of death but feared for your life like a little child. And apart from the sentimen…

Piece of my mind

All the things you think are ends you must reach are only consequences of genuine acts. Getting rich, having a great body, being famous, finding the right opposite sex should not be ends in themselves, but rather by-products of doing what you love, following a healthy lifestyle, loving the world, and giving without thinking. What you think you'll achieve by working hard, patience or just sheer luck is only an illusive image of a good life that moves further away as you approach it. If you direct your efforts towards being a better reflection of who you really are inside, a genuine human being with wants and needs, pleasures, energy and a lot of love to give to the world, you'll be able to pick the fruits on the trees along the way. And the fruits get riper as you walk further and further to your destiny.

cocoon

i had competely forgotten about sia. her lyrics i don't fully comprehend but like anyway, and her beautifully sad melodies came back to me when i found her cd.
a few more songs, and 'where i belong' will pour out of the speakers and into the room. it's always a curious feeling when you listen to a song that has been a big part of your life after a long break. it's like running into an old crush years later.
some of sentiment is still there but most of it is washed out. it's a job time does best.
i'm full of tea and homemade deserts and pastry; bereft of all the gossip material in me. we had a girlie, fun afternoon.
at home there's scorpio fear, lots of reading, the occasional stir-fry, the usual rice, running, and cuddling.
"yes, the butterflies are still there."