No matter how hard we try or how much effort we put in, I don’t think the outcome has much to do with the amount of effort itself. Sometimes I wonder whether this belief is just an excuse—a way to justify my own fear, laziness, or feelings of inadequacy. But when I look at it

May 21 It has been one day since I accepted everything. My second day back in Turkey. I don’t want to rush this. I want to write slowly. There is a lot on my mind, and perhaps things will become even clearer as I go. I felt the need to write because I have a

I think everything is okay right now. There’s a strange stillness and quiet inside me. At this very moment, I’m not happy, not sad, not angry or excited. I don’t feel anxious about the future. I’m not disturbed by mistakes from the past. I wanted to write about why I see this state as strange—and

There were times when I felt the urge to write something down. Not exactly writing at first—I tried to express those feelings through videos, small animations I made. I shared them on a private Instagram account with just two friends. I think that urge came from a gap. What I was consuming didn’t reach those