“Each joy I wear Its sleeves are either Too short or too long Too loose or too tight On me. And each sorrow I wear Fits as if it were made for me Wherever I am.””
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Gençlik neşesiyle doluyum, kudretle, yaklaşmakta olan şeylerin hissiyle.Hatalar yapan ama gayretli, çiçeklerin etrafında vızıldarken görüyorum kendimi.
Dünyanın kıyısından hiçliğe düşmeyeyim diye ayağımı usul usul oynatmam gerekir.Ruhumu tekrar bedenime çağırmak için elimle sert bir kapıya vurmam gerekir.
In the end, I learned an invaluable lesson. I learned that surrenders of this kind do not work; they merely postpone confrontations that are inevitable and necessary. I learned that the temptation to self-betrayal can sometimes be worst with those about whom we care the most. I learned that no amount of admiration for another human being can justify sacrificing one’s judgment.