NO TITLE

I am not always able to write at the times I force myself to write. When I do, it comes out naturally, the words just get poured by themselves. My fingers get out the control of my brain. My heart manages them, my soul makes the words come alive.
Just like this moment.
So many things going on in me, all over me. Even, I might not be able to think clearly, maybe... But you see? Still, the words can make themselves seen on the screen, just in front of me.
Right now, I can write about the people who hurt me, I can write about the ones whose hearts I broke, I can write about my dissapointments, I can write about my dreams. But, no; all would seem such nonsense and meaningless titles. In fact, this writing has no title. Titles are just the display pictures of our lives, have you ever thought about it? A mother, a father, a sister, a brother, a friend, a lover... All these names (not those people!) are only the display pictures of our life sphere. There is more than that. Family bounds are kept alive by being loyal, honest and connected to each other with love, not with the word family. Friends? A few of them can be special enough to be like your family., if they are the ones whom you can open your heart. Lover? If there is really love between 2 people, there is no even need "the lover title". Because the ones who have that title, they might become nothing about love. For, a real lover composes of a real love. "What's real love?". A strong, unconditional tie. It's seeing universe much bigger than it is. It's feeling their pain deep inside your heart, too. It's not being able to breathe when they are not fine. Something like this... Maybe something you thought you had, or something I thought I had. Maybe for once, maybe for a few times more...
So what was I writing about? The titles... The moment I understood that how titles made me weak, I have started to feel stronger for it has made me desire something deeper, something real, something powerful. Do you know where it takes me? It takes me to my hopes. Can you guess how hopes furnish services as medicines? Believe me, hopes save lives. To survive, to have hopes, you have to have faith. Having faith in something... in God, in life, in love, in your dreams., whatever it is... As long as you have faith in life, you will always know that it is not wrong at all when elders say that "this, too, shall pass". One more thing is that; as long as you love yourself, as long as you are the way you are, you will, one day, come across what you deserve.
Now, in my life, there are a few dush rooms which have no tittle at all. And the ones who have caused this... Their titles were just fake. Yet, I know that I am not gonna lose who I am, I am not gonna waste my hopes. Pains are to be got over and happinesses are to be smiled at. Tell yourself that "this, too, shall pass". Because I do, even believing in it from the bottom of my heart.

I had told his story before. Still, is there anyone who thinks that Le Petit Prince is a story which should be read by children while it needs to be read by men? For, How many men are responsible for their women? How many of them mean forever when they whisper forever? How many of men believe, really really believe that their women are peerless. Le Petit Prince did... Because one day, after he lets go her rose, he sees hundres of roses which look like just like her old rose. Yet, he realises that his rose was the only one, the matchless one and the unique one. Therefore, he turns to those hundreds of roses, to tell them: "You're lovely, but you're empty," he went on. "One couldn't die for you. Of course an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than you altogether, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass. Since she's the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars.Since's she the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose."

Yes, the love of le petit prince was real for he fights for his rose, while not many men do this nowadays. Yet, life should never be about generalizing. Because...

"Someone out there is meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soulmate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He'll smile at you when you tell him, but he'll never laugh at your heart. He'll brush the hair out of your eyes and send you flowers when you least expect it. He'll call you to say goodnight before you get into bed or just because he is thinking about you. He'll be bursting to talk to you each morning just to hear the sound of your voice. He'll look into your eyes and tell you that you are the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and for the first time in your life ... you'll have to believe it."