Life and Death

“Life is a journey from the womb of the mother to the womb of the earth and nature”* Being born and dying, twins. The distance between the two, the act of going from one to the other, we call life. The effort to exist is to live. There are many who are alive or not, who bury themselves, whose existence is wasted; living is few, very few!

“Man couldn’t have come into the world just to eat, drink, sleep with someone in his bosom. A greater and more humane reason was needed” ** A person who perceives the depth of life lives life meaningfully and adds meaning to life, just as Sabahattin Âli says. When he leaves, that is, when he leaves the land, since there is a point in this world, it does not disappear and because it is “something”, those who remain remember him, do not forget, do not disappear, do not die! Because a person dies not when he is gone, but when he is forgotten.

“When he dies blind, he has hazel eyes, and when he dies bald, he has blond hair.” The person who has broken hearts, hurt, spent, used, darkened worlds, deserved, stole time, made people cry, and on the contrary, a person who lived by the motto of “once you broke your heart…” should not be sent off in the same way. Both death and passenger must have a nobility. Life cannot be bought, but can be built; The person who threshes and throws people must pay the price in some way, anyway, life makes them pay, and they do…

In our culture, it is said that “the dead cannot be spoken behind”. This does not mean forget and shut up, let it get away with what everyone is doing. I’m talking about holding grudges, not revenge; especially not dealing with a person whose soul is separated from his body; but it is unfortunate and unfair to attribute meaning to a person who has chosen a “soulless” life while still living, because it is good for his soul. What a person did while he was alive, or what he didn’t do when he should have done, cannot be forgotten because he dies! Death should not acquit someone.

Just as a bad poet does not become a good poet when he dies; When a good poet, but a bad person dies, he will enter the bosom of the earth as a bad person, even if his good poetry remains. “Everything is far away, always… only death, Everywhere, every moment we are close, death.” ** I wonder if living knowing death brings a “clean” and regret-free life to a person? I don’t think so, because people’s perceptions of true and real good are very different, so everyone lives or does not live life and death in their own way. “Death makes everyone equal,” says Seneca, so let’s not put a finger on the mouth of the poor… Why do we leave equality to death rather than while living? “Death; You cannot deceive me. On my mind…” *

“Life is a journey from the womb of the mother to the womb of the earth and nature”* Being born and dying, twins. The distance between the two, the act of going from one to the other, we call life. The effort to exist is to live. There are many who are alive or not,…

“Life is a journey from the womb of the mother to the womb of the earth and nature”* Being born and dying, twins. The distance between the two, the act of going from one to the other, we call life. The effort to exist is to live. There are many who are alive or not,…