The thing is writing is torturing me every second while I’m writing. But not writing is torturing every second when I’m not writing. If you are looking for any meaning in life it is this; being tortured for the right reason. To truly live is that loving being tortured by it.

Time to time you will fail some of your responsibilities. Sometimes they can crush you. In those difficult times, you have to remind yourself that it is better for everybody around you and the world to have a person who is truly trying but failing than doing nothing at all.

At the age of 80 in your deathbed maybe you can tell yourself; My life was terrible, I suffered all time. Nobody is going to remember me in the next 100 years. But I fixed that small thing, so, maybe my existence was not a complete waste.

If even in my death I have the potential of making everything worse then maybe I have some potential to make things better.

For some reason, there is this façade that life should be full of happiness and without its suffering. Which, actually makes us suffer even more. Because when we get sad or something bad happens, we do not only feel bad about the thing itself but we also feel bad because our life is not the way it is supposed to be. Not realizing suffering and sadness is just a part of life and they are inevitable.

What makes a nail, nail, its purpose. What makes us who we are is our purpose.

We feel like we are in debt just because we are breathing.

We are all confused, dumbfounded by life.

Therefore, even if you were to die today, it wouldn’t matter what happens after that because you wouldn’t be experiencing it.