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… The more clearly we can see the walls of our life, the better. Even if it’s only a psychological boundary, even if, deep down, we know that death will still enter without asking, it’s comforting to pretend that we have everything under control.
“Kötü bir anıyı unutmanın en iyi yolu güzel bir tanesiyle değişmektir.”
We can’t choose our lives, but we can decide what to do with the joys and griefs we’re given.
But we no longer cry, except in the bathroom when no one listening. Nor do we smile at anyone other than our children. We don’t show our feelings because people might think we’re vulnerable and take advantage of us…
As children, we learn that if we cry we will receive affection, that if we show we’re sad, we’ll be consoled. If we can’t get what we want with a smile, then we can surely do so with our tears.
After a certain age, we put on a mask of confidence and certainty. In time, that mask get stuck to our face and we can’t remove it.