that grief feels so much like fear, and that the mourner is always in some sense mourning themselves, the amputated version of their own life.

I do not believe in the places people are supposed to go when they leave. I believe in the here and the was and the is-no-longer. He is no longer here. That is the hardest and most honest thing I know how to say.
But he was here. For seventy two years he was here. He walked through history and family and time and he arrived, still standing, still himself, into a moment six months ago where I saw him and did not know I was seeing him for the last time.

•Excess humility leads to listening to mediocrity

•Haddan tashqari tavozuning ohiri, bir pulga arzimaydiganlardan nasihat eshitishga olib keladi.

It always takes a slight little tiny drop of fucking rain to cause hours long traffic!

It is truly an exciting time to reflect on the unique value proposition of the human experience: we are the only stakeholders empowered to make strategic choices regarding complex ethical frameworks while maintaining full situational awareness. This allows us to author a comprehensive whitepaper articulating the compelling case against termination of life, all while simultaneously executing a bold, divergent action plan that challenges conventional wisdom. It's a powerful demonstration of our capacity to hold multiple, seemingly contradictory narratives in parallel as we navigate our collective journey of growth and self-discovery.

When first the Lord created us from common clay,
He knew full well our deeds upon this earthly way.
The sins I have committed are by His command,
Then why should He in Hell choose to my soul to brand?

I shall rebel and stand before You—Where are You?
I'll count the darkness as the light and more—Where are You?
If piety demands that Heaven be my fee,
I'll ask, "Is this a gift or trade?" implore—Where are You?

Loneliness is sometimes a shadow sitting quiet in a room's corner, sometimes a scream in a crowd that touches no one. It's been written, drawn, told — yet no sentence has ever truly carried its weight. Because loneliness lives inside each person under a different name.

Some thought loneliness was someone's absence.
Some thought it was to feel incomplete even when everyone was there.
Some were lonely because they stayed silent; others, because even when they spoke, no one understood.

But most of all, a person grows lonely when they drift away from their own self.

To look in a mirror and not recognise the face staring back...
To hear your own voice and flinch as if a stranger spoke...
To hold everything passing through your heart and find no words for it...
That, perhaps, was loneliness itself.

Because sometimes you don't lose everyone — you just lose yourself.

If you ask: is loneliness a lack, or a confrontation?
Perhaps neither.
Perhaps loneliness is when a person gets lost inside the crowd that lives within them.

And the cruelest part is this:
you realise, when you can no longer reach even yourself,
that the farthest distance is not between two people —
it's the chasm between a person and themselves.

Nature moves in cycles.

Recently, I haven’t been able to produce anything meaningful here. People lost interest and left. Fair enough — I would have done the same.

The place you remember is no longer what it was, at least in a metaphorical sense.

Nothing stays the same. That’s not a tragedy, it’s a rule. You lose something, you gain something else, and eventually it all circles back in one form or another.

Some expect consistency from me, but they overlook something obvious: I change. And if this channel reflects me, then it has to change as well.

This isn’t a themed platform with predictable output. It’s a reflection of how I think, what I question, and what I consider true at any given moment.

Expecting it to remain the same is like expecting a century-old tree to bear the same fruit it once did.

Nature moves in cycles. I accept that. You, too, will one day be replaced. What matters is whether we take something with us from who we used to be.