Letting go or re-defining terms

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I think we all are shedding our skin these days. We all are facing a fear, if not all fears, within ourselves. This last month has especially been a roller coaster of changing perspectives, of our darkest fears crashing into our face as possible realities in the universe. And we all are trying to find a way to make a sense, and little by little, to free ourselves from all the norms, patterns and expectations of life.

In my case, today, the biggest reality that I need to make peace with, is my daughter leaving Turkey to purse her education in UK. Everybody is asking me how I came in terms with this decision of sending my 13 years old daughter away and how I am coping up with it? Let me tell you a secret. I am not! I have no will nor desire to be away from her. My perception of life’s game has been based on what the past generations has passed to us. That you get married, have children and you live happily ever after. Yep. That’s how my story started as well.

First wave of reality has come with my perception of marriage. Today, I have a different understanding and acceptance of what marriage is. Today, I love my ex-husband and hold him dear to my heart as one of my best friends. He still is my partner in life but in an evolved form. We do not claim rights on each other, however we do cherish each other’s individuality and dreams. We choose to listen to each other not through our patterns but with an open heart. We know that we are not here to push each other’s buttons anymore but to shed a light in each other’s journey. So, yes, marriage is not something that binds us, but companionship is. I share a life with him like I have never done before. I am grateful for his existence not because he is my husband, but because he is my friend who has and still is contributing to my growth, who knows my essence more than anyone, and that all his words are not directed at me to break me but to make me. His support and love are beyond any defined name or pattern that is attached to that title.

Then came my perception of work. I have learned from early ages that work is something you do to earn money. Our choices of our occupation have been based on our limited perception of our capabilities, of our luck and our state of mind during the university exams, and merely on how we could earn more money to make a living. We believed that if we are at work from 9 to 6, contributing to a system we vaguely believe in, to earn and to spend so that we fit in the society, then we are good. Life is what it should be and what is. I remember an elder telling me in my early years of work life that we do not have to do what we like but we should learn to like what we do. I often found myself wondering about that. Yes, there is an enormous wisdom in finding a meaning in what you are doing and enjoying that. I have done that. Just like the rest of us. But what if we were doing what is not only meaningful to us but also our expression in life? What if we not only like but also love what we do? So, with that wonder in my heart, I embarked on a journey to search for a new meaning for work. It has been hard to let go of my patterns, of what is thought to me to be considered as “work”, of my ego yearning to fit in, to be accepted and seen. And my journey has brought me to my current life (I am not going to say work. I believe my learned meaning of that word does not apply to my current occupation) where I thrive to contribute and create meaningful businesses. Where I am me and its perfectly fine to communicate that. Today, I do not work from 9-6, my work is my life, my words are my tool of expression and everyday holds another possibility. I do not wear a mask, try to fit in, try to make a meaning. Today I am me and I thrive to contribute to a world where I believe is not a utopia but a possibility.

And third wave is today, I believe, with my daughter leaving. My perception of parenthood was that she was going to be born, and I was going to love her like I have never done before, and we were (oh yes, again, hopeless romantic Pollyanna pops up here) going to live happily ever after. I remember uttering big words like “I will not send my daughter abroad before her higher education!” I wanted her to be next to me, to grow with me. May be because deep inside I knew that someday, she will build her own life, and I wanted to be with her as much as possible until then.  And if and when the time comes for her to create her own story, I hoped and somehow selfishly foreseen that she would create it not too far away from me, and we would be best friends forever.

First of all, with puberty you learn that, she doesn’t want you as her best friend! She wants to build her own tribe where she defines herself without the possibility of your judgments and your learned and thought patterns. These are the years you realize, she is not yours to claim. She has her own life and its perfectly normal. And one day, no matter how much we dread, we are going to be left alone with ourselves. We will need to claim the rights of our own life once again. Its time when one realizes that we can only envision a life for ourselves and wish and pray for our children’s path. We have no control on anyone’s journey but ours. And the earlier we realize that, the better it is. (again, only for our sake)

When they ask me how I feel, I have mixed feelings;

Mostly nostalgia these days, as the moment of departure is very near. I would have loved to hold her in my arms a little longer. However, they do not want to be held that much anymore – anyway. We have to learn to be present when needed and respect their own space. I have a yearning and nostalgia to live my story with her once again. I miss her babyhood, those days when her life revolved around me. I miss her baby eyes looking at me with wonder, silently asking “What shall we do mom now? How should we enjoy each other’s company?” I long for those days where she and I together was all we both needed and cared for. But then, what is nostalgia if not for not letting go of the past. Today, our new evolved perception of being knows that there is no time and no other reality that the present moment. Then nostalgia is not a tool to use but to observe as a part of this “human journey”.

I feel a little sad, for have chosen to play this game of parenthood in a conventional sense. It’s the biggest love and yet the biggest illusion we choose to live as humans.

In my country, for generations, people had kids yes for love, but more with the hope that they will be taken care for in their older ages. They feared loneliness because they have defined their tribe mostly with their families. And they demanded their attention in return, because they presumed it’s their rightful right – again as a result of learned patterns – and they expected them to keep them company if and when needed.

Today, I know that I am alone, though not lonely. I have a tribe who believes in the world that I believe in and is willing to contribute to that with me. I do not believe in nor desire to retire someday. I wish to create and contribute for the rest of my life. And I have no right to demand my daughter to fill the gaps in my life. She can only be my companion in life and we could only hope to look at each other beyond our patterns with empathy, understanding and love.  Today, although very hard, I try to sooth my sadness by witnessing life with a broader understanding. I might have chosen to play that parenthood game, but I also can define a new meaning for that in which she is not responsible for my loneliness. If that would be the case, it would only be my responsibility, not her duty to create a life that I feel fulfilled.

I feel excited for what future holds for her and wish that she would seize every moment of it. And yet again, I also know that she will be restless and will fall and rise in pursue of defining herself, searching for her voice in life. But my belief and hope for the so-called sacrifice I am making is that, she will get out of this middle eastern perception and acceptance of victim mind and create something that is unique and purposeful for herself. That she would surpass the defined cultural boxes and become a global citizen.  That she would be happy within her skin, activate her creative bone and make this journey called life worthwhile.

I feel fearful and yet excited for what life has to offer to me as well. At age 43 I am somewhat free (I am not going to use alone, again, because of my learned perception of that word). May be for first time in my life, I will be living and building a life for myself by myself. I do not have much experience about this, it is something yet to be explored. But I am grateful that at a young age I get this opportunity to reincarnate without dying – yet again – and embark to find a new definition of life which is very alien yet exciting and inspiring for me.

With this wonder, I have found a strength in me, of which I never knew that existed, for this decision we have made. Khalil Gibran’s poem is like a mantra to me, a light in my heart;

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of

Life’s longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

I do hope that my courage to take a leap of faith in life and making those decisions to re-define the meanings of conventional, learned terms will have a contribution to our relationship, her perception to life and towards herself. I do hope all those I have lovingly communicated to her will serve as a tool for her when and if needed. I hope that we will and can create a relationship of companionship, of enjoying life not through but with each other. I do hope distance is a blessing in disguise and time is just an illusion.

She has been in me and will always be in me – but not necessarily have to be with me. She is a soul searching for meaning, for freedom just like me and I am here to hold her hand, to guide her, to support her, to love her. But her life will be hers, just like mine should have been mine.

We are going through an interesting passageway in the history of humanity. And I guess, just like you, I am getting my share of realizations of life. But may be because I have always been a little rebellious, I am choosing – or hoping to choose– to perceive these challenges as an opportunity. I am choosing to see them not as an obstacle on my way but as a learning for my growth. I am choosing to dive into the terms and find new meanings. I am simply saying “why not” to a different perception and trying to embrace it with grace, acceptance and love. I can’t fight change, nor postpone it. Life is happening in its own pace. However, I can choose to make the best out of it, and may be even, manifest it.

Goodbye my love… know that I am always here. Though you may not be mine to keep, I choose to be yours with an open heart whenever you need me. That is my choice, my love which has no burden on you. You are not responsible for the love I feel for you. I love you, I see the beauty in you. That is solely my choice and my joy.

I only ask you to love yourself regardless of what you wish to be but of what you are today. Love your so-called flaws because they are here to guide you into a bigger version of yourself. Take the challenge of facing your fears, your learned patterns (no matter how much I have tried, I am sure I have imposed upon you many patterns of mine, and I am truly sorry for those moments I fell into the human game and forgot the divine in me) and your limited perception of yourself. Let yourself be free, free of expectations from yourself and from me. Explore life and yourself with wonder and with awe.

And I thank you. Thank you for choosing me to accompany you in this virtual reality. Thank you for teaching me a form of love and acceptance that I might have never imagined. Thank you for your contribution to my growth. Thank you, baby, for simply being you.

And may you go with peace and stay with love. May the creation be gentle and loving to you by bringing beautiful people into your life so that when you fall, and in which you will, from time to time, you will land on a soft blanket of love and reincarnate from your ashes with grace – again and again.

I love you.


Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,

but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children

as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,

and He bends you with His might

that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies,

so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Khalil Gibran

Rhythm of our souls


Inspiration strikes in the most unexpected places, at the least anticipated times… Yes, that’s how amazing life is!!! There is always a surprise, something exciting waiting for you around the corner… if you choose to see.
I was at a business trip this weekend, a training trip with those people whom I truly adore and love to work with. I believe my work environment and my colleagues are not only exceptional in Turkish standards but also in the world standards. I work in this small, boutique office located in the heart of Istanbul. When I gaze out of my window, I see this beautiful tree which carries every promise each season brings, accompanying me through life, every day. In this haven, I am surrounded by these warm hearted souls who are pure and open in sharing their own reality, accepting each other with an open heart and funnily enough, love what they see in each other beyond judgment. I am very lucky in many ways; I love what I do. But, most of all, I am grateful for those sincere eyes surrounding me every day. And this weekend, we went to a training trip to Adana, a city located by the Mediterranean Sea. I have never visited Adana before and honestly had no idea of what to expect. When we arrived in the late hours of this Friday, before I could get some sort of an insight about this city surrounding me, I suddenly found myself at the hotel bar. Apparently, once a week they held these salsa nights and we accidently checked in that exact night.
First of all, this was not the sight I was expecting from Adana. Yes, once more, life was reminding me not to be biased about anything in life. What kind of anticipation have I had about this city that this lively picture I found myself in had suddenly mesmerized me?
I have always liked salsa, the rhythm of this music type have always appealed to my soul. I generally love Latin culture; it’s music, food and mostly it’s people. Their lively, vibrant, happy, laidback and somewhat mischievous spirit and perspective towards life have always captivated me somehow. There was a phase that I have attended salsa classes in Los Angeles and have been to salsa clubs. With the company of my dearest friend Darren Ting, salsa has evermore been a joyful experience for me.
When you step into a salsa club, the first thing that strikes you is this vibrant energy generated by those bodies moving in harmony. The intensity of the love and respect they feel towards this music and dance oozes out from their body, enveloping even the passive spectators surrounding them. Their respect to what they are doing is so deep that, they handle their partner respectively. There is no evident personal agenda, no specific sexual interest but rather the consonance of those two souls surrendering to the tune of the music; as if they are celebrating life in their secret language. And usually when that specific voyage is over, they thank each other and move on to another to ask for a dance. The first time I was subject to this ritual, I was mesmerized by the innocence and the beauty of it. I had no idea if indeed this was the case in all the salsa clubs around the world, but was aware that I was witnessing an exceptional scene.
I have always loved communities, especially if those people did commune around a specific purpose, a hobby that relates to their soul. There is nothing like this; sharing the momentary delight you take out of what moves you, what you are passionate about in life.
And that day in Adana, I suddenly found myself cruising down the memory lane, daydreaming about my first salsa club experience in LA, and with admiration watching those bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music in front of me. They were captivatingly beautiful. The beauty I refer to here was not a physical beauty or how advanced they were in their dance. The beauty they carried was rather in the comfort they displayed while they conveyed their true self, with such self confidence and belongingness they felt towards their surrounding, towards each other and most of all, to themselves.
Everyone has their own rhythm, their own specific movement pattern that distinguishes one from the other in life. The music might be the same but the interpretation and the expression of it differs vastly from one to the other. What I was witnessing was a visual embodiment of what life really is. The creation is the same but how we perceive and decipher this reality varies from one to another, in line with our own nature and purpose in this life. We perceive, experience and convey ourselves distinctively. When one realizes this, it becomes meaningless to demand the same exact perspective from others towards life. It is merely almost impossible to perceive a specific situation exactly as the other; there will be diversifications due to our inherent being. And actually, that is what makes this life vibrant and pleasant. We are the colors of the rainbow, painting this magnificent picture called life.
Life, and most specifically relationships, is also a form of dance… a dance of two souls trying to find the perfect harmony and balance through life. And if we are lucky enough, we do end up finding those who hear the same tunes within this music, in the same frequency that our souls hear. As a result, our movements find life with ease and we float through life within this unity. Every step taken, every gesture finds its corresponding harmonious response. And those moments makes life worth living… to be seen, to be heard and perceived within our own reality… almost exactly as we were intended to be.
This is the journey that one sight in Adana took me to. We may look at the same picture and find it cheesy or weird; or be grateful once again, fascinated by the beauty and variety of colors presented in our lives. It is our decision. We may choose to see the beauty in everything and little by little expand our horizons every single day, and hopefully one day our eyes will capture nothing but the beauty in the creation surrounding us and that will set us free!

Ruhumuzun Ritmi

İnsan ne zaman ilhan geleceğini hesaplayamıyor, en beklenmedik yerlerde, hiç akla gelmeyen anlarda bizleri derinden etkileyebilecek olaylar karşımıza çıkabiliyor. Evet, yaşam öylesine mükemmel bir şey işte! Eğer gerçekten görmeyi arzu edersek, her an bir sürpriz, heyecan verici bir olay yaşam bulmak için beklemekte.
Geçtiğimiz hafta sonu beraber çalışmaktan sonsuz keyif aldığım ve gönülden sevdiğim iş arkadaşlarımla beraber eğitim almak üzere Adana’ya gittik. Sanırım ben sadece Türkiye şartlarında değil, genel yaşam şartlarında, benim yapımda bir insanın çalışabileceği en keyifli ortamda çalışma imkânına sahibim. İstanbul’un merkezinde yer alan küçük, butik bir ofiste çalışmaktayım. Camdan dışarı baktığımda içimi ısıtan ve her mevsim geçişinde bana yenilikler vaat ederek yaşamıma eşlik eden bir ağaçla günüme başlamaktayım. Etrafım sımsıcak, korkusuzca kendi olabilen, birbirini olduğu gibi kabul edebilen ve garip bir şekilde karşısında gördüğünü koşulsuz sevebilen insanlarla çevrili. Ben birçok açıdan çok şanslıyım! Yaptığım işi çok seviyorum. Ama her şeyden önce her gün bakmakta olduğum o içten gözler için minnet duyuyorum.
Geçtiğimiz hafta sonu, onların bir bölümü ile Adana’da eğitime gittik. Ben Adana’ya daha önce hiç gitmemiştim ve açıkçası ne beklemem gerektiğine dair ufacık bir fikrim bile yoktu. Cuma akşamı otele geç saatlerde vardığımızda, nasıl bir şehir olduğuna dair en ufak bir sezgim bile yokken kendimi otelin barında buldum. Sonradan öğrendiğimize göre, her hafta Cuma günleri barda salsa geceleri düzenleniyormuş ve bizde şans eseri o gece otele giriş yapmış bulunmaktaydık.
İlk olarak, itiraf etmem gerekir ki, Adana’dan hiç beklemediğim bir görüntü idi bu. Bir kez daha hayat ön yargılı olmamam gerektiğini hatırlatıyordu adeta. Hiç tanımadığım bu şehirden nasıl bir beklentim vardı ki bu çok renklilik beni böylesine hayrete düşürmüş ve adeta büyülemişti?
Ben salsa dansını çok severim, her zaman ruhuma hitap eden müzik türlerinden biri olmuştur. Zaten genel itibari ile Latin kültürüne, müziğine, yemeğine ve her şeyden çok insanına hayranlık beslerim. Hayat dolu, canlı, mutlu, rahat ve bir nebzede yaramaz yapıları ve yaşam tarzları beni bir şekilde hep etkilemiştir. Los Angeles’da yaşadığım yıllarda salsa derslerine katıldığım bir dönem olmuştu, hatta salsa kulüplerine bile giderdik. Çok sevgili arkadaşım Darren Ting’in eşliğinde salsa hep sonsuz keyifli bir yolculuk olmuştu benim için.
Salsa kulübüne adımınızı attığınız ilk anda dikkatinizi çeken, ahenk içinde dans eden bedenlerden aldığınız o güçlü enerji olur. Müziğe ve bu dans türüne duydukları sevgi ve saygı adeta vücutlarından dışarı sızmakta ve izleyenleri de içine çekmekte, kapsamaktadır. Yaptıkları dansa duydukları saygı öylesine derindir ki dansa kaldırdıkları kişiye de aynı saygı ile yaklaşırlar adeta. Kişisel bir çıkar yoktur, sadece müziğin ritmine teslim olmuş iki ruhun uyumu vardır artık, sanki kendi gizli lisanlarında hayatı kutlamaktadırlar. Ve genellikle, yolculuk sona erdiğinde aynı saygı ile sana teşekkür eder, başka birini dansa kaldırırlar.
Bu görsel şölene ilk tanık olduğumda güzelliği ve saflığı karşısında adeta büyülenmiştim. Dünyanın her yerinde yer alan salsa kulüplerinde böyle bir sistem var mı bilemiyordum, ama çok özel bir şeye tanıklık ettiğimin de farkındaydım.
Hep çok keyif aldım böyle ortamlardan. Zaten belirli bir amaç için, ruhlarına hitap eden bir hobi için bir araya gelmiş insanların paylaştığı enerjiden daha güzel bir şey yok bu dünyada… Beklentisiz, anlık alınan zevkin paylaşımından, tutkuyla bağlandığınız şeyden daha keyifli bir şey yok kanımca.
Ve işte o akşam Adana’da, kendimi anılarıma dalmış ve Los Angeles’da yaşamış olduğum tecrübenin hayaline kapılmış, önümdeki dansı hayranlıkla seyrederken buldum aniden yine. Dans edenler öylesine güzellerdi ki. Tiplerinden ya da nasıl dans ettiklerinden bahsetmiyorum. Kendilerini ifade etmekteki rahatlıklarından, özgüvenlerinden, bulundukları ortama, müziğe, dansa, grup olarak birbirlerine ve her şeyden önce kendilerine hissettikleri aidiyet duygusunun yansımasından bahsediyorum.
Herkesin kendine has ritmi, diğerlerinden ayıran belirli hareket kalıpları var hayatta. Müzik aynı olabilir ama duyulan müziğin algısı ve ifadesi kişiden kişiye farklılık göstermektedir. Ansızın hayatın bedende ifade bulmuş haline tanıklık etmekte olduğumu hissettim. Yaşam aynı olmakla beraber, kendi yaradılış özelliklerimiz ve hayata geliş amaçlarımız doğrultusunda, hayatı nasıl algıladığımız ve yorumladığımız da farklılık göstermekte. Yaşamın özü aslında aynı olsa da, hepimiz kendi gerçeğimizi kendi uyarladığımız, anladığımız şekilde ifade etmekteyiz. Bunun farkına vardığımızda, başkalarından da hayata aynı bakış açısından bakmasını beklemek manasız kalıyor bu durumda. Aynı olayı birebir aynı şekilde algılamamız mümkün değil, yaradılış özelliklerimize göre farklılıkların var olması kaçınılmaz. Ve aslında, hayatı renkli ve güzel kılan da bu çok renklilik.
Hayat, özelliklede yaşadığımız ilişkilerimizde aslında bir nevi dans. Ve aynen orada olduğu gibi, eğer şanslıysak arada bir müziği bizim duyduğumuz tonlarda duyan, bizim ruhumuzun duyduğu frekansta duyabilen insanlarla karşılaşabiliyoruz. Ve böylece, aynı dansta da olduğu gibi, hareketler zorlama olmaktan çıkıyor ve birlik içinde ahenkle süzülmeye başlıyoruz hayatta. Atılan her adım, yapılan her jest karşılığını buluyor bir şekilde. Ve işte bu anlar hayatı yaşanılır ve vazgeçilmez kılıyor bir nevi; görülmek, duyulmak, ve kendi gerçeğimizle algılanıp kabul edilmek…. Neredeyse hayata gerçekten geliş amacımızı yaşıyorcasına özgür olmak.
Adana seyahatim beni işte böylesine hiç beklenmedik bir içsel yolculuğa çıkarttı bu hafta sonu. Hepimiz aynı resme bakıp ya onu banal ya da garip diye de adlandırabiliriz, ya da bir kez daha onları izleyip hayattaki kendilerini ifade ediş dillerinin farklılığı ve güzelliği karşısında hayata ve yaratana saygı duyabiliriz. Karar bize kalıyor. Her şeyin içindeki güzelliği görmeye odaklanabilirsek eğer, belki bir gün gözlerimiz bizi çevreleyen yaradılışın güzelliği dışında başka hiçbir şeyi görmemeye başlar ve özgürlüğe kavuşuruz!

lost and found

We all get lost in this world; we get lost to be found. That is the nature of the term; it is the rules of this game. And when you are found, you find yourself… Through the perception of excepting and loving eyes you see a clearer version of yourself. Know that nobody is finding you but yourself through those eyes. Those people are only there to hold your hand and guide you into your awakening… that you are love and nothing less. Do not get attached to those people but cherish the feeling they plant in you and with its strength move forward. Universe is always there to guide you, to help you. Just be aware and except those loving hands. Know that they are a part of you, even if they remain in your life or not, they will always be in you. I honor all those who have knowingly or unknowingly lifted me up and helped me through those times, shedding a light in my way.

Gokova, Turkey

Gokova, Turkey

RIP Robin Williams

Today I woke up to the news that Robin Williams was dead. Lately, my soul has been questioning life, rather how short life is and that death is inevitable. May be that is because I became 40 and that although I am full of life and love life… there is a deadline and that no matter what you do as years pass by you are approaching to the deadline whether you like it or not. I know, deep down I know that life is never over and we will be united with the loved ones once we move from this reality and that we are never separate, we are a part of the ONE and there is no end. But still, I love living, being a human being, my family, my friends, doing my physical exercises, my books, growing in life, breathing in life. And when I feel down a little or tired, that’s when the questioning takes over me and I feel somehow lost or stuck.

Lately I have realized that not only those actors that I used to admire in old movies have been leaving us but those inspirational people who have touched me through my lifetime, that I grew up with have started to leave us. And facing this reality leaves me with sorrow. When I was young, death was a far away concept, something that I had the luxury of not to think about… and now, although it’s still not that close, it became a daily concept. And Robin Williams, a being that has touched my soul with every character he played, who portrayed the main human qualities in every character he embodied, never loosing the vulnerability and sensitivity of humanity has passed away. His characters made me laugh while still providing me some thought to linger on and leaving me with a heartfelt smile on my face and warmth in my heart.

Mork and Mindy, this is where my journey with you has started when I was around 8 years old. This funny man sleeping upside down, making the weirdest sounds and funniest face gestures… apparently he is from outer space but still the sweetest extra terrestrial being I have ever watched in my life. Your character in “Dead Poets Society” as a powerful, inspiring teacher has not only been an inspiration for those students but also for my generation. That was the day “Carpe Diem” was engraved into my system. “Good Will Hunting” was the movie you were so humble and strong within your humanity. In “Bird Cage”, you went beyond your limits and created a character that was extreme, unique but yet very real. For me, your voice in the animated movies made the characters alive, bursting with life. Especially in “Aladdin”, the genie has never been portrayed this funny, this lively, and this wise. “Good Morning Vietnam”, no words are enough for that performance… your soul spoke to us, showed us that being happy and hopeful, no matter what your circumstances are, is optional and not easy to choose, and once chosen you will inspire everything around you. And one of my favorites, “What Dreams May Come”… that was the peak of sensitivity and life all wrapped up in a wonderful cinematography. Perfect combination of acting, plot and the dancing color. Pure form of art in every aspect.

During our years together, me watching and growing with your artwork… there were times you were lost, I have felt them through your movies. You have carried on projects that were below your capacity but still with dignity and brought those characters into life with utmost concentration and perfection. And that’s how I knew how exceptional you were; still honoring your work even in the time you felt lost. How can a man who brought light and hope and joy to many have chosen to take his own life? If you asked this question to me 5 years ago, I might have made harsh statements, but today, there is only one truth I know… everything in this world is designed for humans and anything is possible. We do get lost sometimes no matter how strong we may feel or seem at times. Although not so easy, there are two options at those times; either we find hope in our heart and if possible find a way to quiet down that thing called “mind” and dive into our heart and find that “hope”, that essential element of life to keep going, believing, living. Depression and psychological illnesses can happen to anyone. No matter how strong or positive you are in life, in a moment of weakness your mind uses that opportunity to capture your body and throw your fears and anxieties as if they are your reality. Sometimes these attacks are so severe that I would understand if one cannot see the light through and choose the second alternative and … leave.

Robin Williams has left us which leaves us with a great loss of an exceptional artist and a human being. Rest in peace.