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Meaningless Meaning Life is so strange, isn't it? When you want to be alone, there will be as many people as you even do not want to see... When you need a shoulder to cry and a heart to share, you will be too heavy for people around you... At that time, you hear only your own weeping... All the time, there is something that you would like be far away and passion you wish to reach... You find yourself stupid and helpless most of the time. You get tired of many things around you. But, still you want to live out-of-spite with a whisper inside you... This is a rebellion, coming from the deepest part... That is meaningless... On the one hand you stick heart and soul to life, on the other hand you have tiredness which tugs at your heartstrings... You do not wish to grow up, you wish to be a child again. Your bleeding heart while you grow up reminds you the wounds you've had after falling off. Growing up brings a pain and revolt. Your joy of life is taken out of the blue... Do not try to make a meaning in the middle of meaninglessness. "Because meaning is the lyrics of this world." And meaning is made up of dreams and fiction... Elif Asilturk Gulseven #fiction #poem #meaning #meaningless #bookstagram #poetry #life #books #poet #bookworm #poetrycommunity #love #reading #poetsofinstagram #art #book #writer #motivation #inspiration #writing #writersofinstagram #photography #follow https://www.instagram.com/p/B5NN8fcHsf_/?igshid=1jei064eqyyae

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Meaningless Meaning

ANLAMSIZ ANLAM

Hayat ne garip değil mi? Yalnız kalmak istersin, etrafında istemediğin kadar insan belirir... Ağlayacak bir omuza, paylaşacak bir yüreğe ihtiyacın olduğundaysa ağır gelirsin etrafındaki insanlara... İşte o garip sessizliğin içinde kendi hıçkırıklarını duyarsın...

Her daim kurtulmak istediğin bir şeyler ve kavuşmak istediğin özlemlerin vardır... Kendini aptal ve aciz bulursun çoğu zaman. Bıkarsın bir çok şeyden. Ama içten gelen bir sesle yaşamak istersin her şeye inat... Bir isyandır bu, en derinlerden gelen... Anlamsızdır... Bir yandan hayata dört elle sarılırken, bir yandan da yorgunluk ve bıkkınlığın vardır yüreğine işleyen...

Büyümek istemezsin. Hep çocuk olmayı dilersin. Büyüdükçe kanayan kalbin, çocukluğunda düşüp kanattığın yaralarını aratır. Büyümek bir isyanı, bir acıyı getirir beraberinde. Yaşama sevincin de hızla alınır elinden...

Anlamsızlığın ortasında anlam yaratmaya çalışma... "Çünkü anlam bu dünyanın lirikleridir..." Ve anlam, bu dünyada yalnızca hayaller ve kurmacadan ibarettir...

Elif Asilturk Gulseven ***

Life is so strange, isn't it? When you want to be alone, there will be as many people as you even do not want to see... When you need a shoulder to cry and a heart to share, you will be too heavy for people around you... At that time, you hear only your own weeping...

All the time, there is something that you would like be far away and passion you wish to reach... You find yourself stupid and helpless most of the time. You get tired of many things around you. But, still you want to live out-of-spite with a whisper inside you... This is a rebellion, coming from the deepest part... That is meaningless... On the one hand you stick heart and soul to life, on the other hand you have tiredness which tugs at your heartstrings...

You do not wish to grow up, you wish to be a child again. Your bleeding heart while you grow up reminds you the wounds you've had after falling off. Growing up brings a pain and revolt. Your joy of life is taken out of the blue...

Do not try to make a meaning in the middle of meaninglessness. "Because meaning is the lyrics of this world." And meaning is made up of dreams and fiction...

Elif Asilturk Gulseven ***