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Papatya...

One of my biggest dreams was to play with my little kids on the endless green fields full of papatya.

Although it is a mystery to reach the right soul to unite, it is not impossible. Then, having kids follows this, intrinsically. However my dream is still unreachable!

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In general, papatya lives one or two years, but some of them lives forever. They are what I call "Güneş Papatyası". They are very rare. When the naughty wind decides to touch on the earth with that extraordinary seed, universe witnesses the birth of an eternity.

For "Güneş Papatyası" to bloom, there is no need for sun, no need for water; ice-cold or embers of the hell does not matter... Only condition required for it to bloom is that choice of earth must be right such that "Güneş Papatyası" can say "Vatanım".

When "Güneş Papatyası" blooms, it becomes the sun itself and scatter stifling darkness. Its light wakes up Papatya seeds... Each new papatya starts to bloom and rise.

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There is only one case which "Güneş Papatyası" wilts. When all papatya surrounding around "Güneş Papatyası" are withered and so the lights of "Güneş Papatyası" can't find any other papatya to enlighten.

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For a few decades, our fields of papatya are covered with mud which is fed with acid rains. Seeds of toxic ivy have been insidiously planted among papatya. Naive papatya... It hugged ivy with love, no matter how much grudge the ivy has...

Most of the papatya are poisoned with hatred to "Güneş Papatyası". They are covered with the ivy which isolates the light of "Güneş Papatyası" from posioned papatya. Just a single beam of light... If it can reach to the papatya... Only once... Ahh...

Their bloodlust machines are crushing our earth, scaring the lovely birds off with their roaring and mowning all of papatya...Our beautiful papatya fields...

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When all papatya is gone, eternity of "Güneş Papatyası" will end. Then, darkness will cover my lovely country once again.

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Each papatya is a hope. We should not kill the poisoned ones. We must detoxify them. This is the only reliable solution. Ivy is fed by blood and hatred. Only thing we can do is to get together and shine stronger and stronger till our light break through the ivy and reach to the poisoned papatya.

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Until then none of our dreams will come true. First, we need a future to dream on! We have a saying in Turkish: "Güneş balçıkla sıvanmaz". Direct translation is that "Sun can't be covered with mud". Meaning truth cannot be covered... I believe that people both in my country and in all over the world will realize that they are just like poor posioned papatya. They are covered with injected hatred and their conscience and ability of questioning are rusted with toxines of monsters on the earth.

I believe people will refuse to live like slaves...Childhood with dependence to T.V and ads... Schools for debt and jobs... Race for emposed necessities and injected selfish desires... Working just to be able to feed children... Kneeling down and burying honor of humanity... Hugging the chains jamming your mind...

This can't end in this way...

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You are just running on the road. Once, just for once, stop, breathe and look around. Without "feeling the road", you can't say that I walk this road. When you come to end of your lives, you will look back and see a very long road so far. I hope you can really feel that you walked that road rather than being a mount.

***

And my dream... I will be walking for it...

Description
Papatya...

One of my biggest dreams was to play with my little kids on the endless green fields full of papatya.

Although it is a mystery to reach the right soul to unite, it is not impossible. Then, having kids follows this, intrinsically. However my dream is still unreachable!

***

In general, papatya lives one or two years, but some of them lives forever. They are what I call "Güneş Papatyası". They are very rare. When the naughty wind decides to touch on the earth with that extraordinary seed, universe witnesses the birth of an eternity.

For "Güneş Papatyası" to bloom, there is no need for sun, no need for water; ice-cold or embers of the hell does not matter... Only condition required for it to bloom is that choice of earth must be right such that "Güneş Papatyası" can say "Vatanım".

When "Güneş Papatyası" blooms, it becomes the sun itself and scatter stifling darkness. Its light wakes up Papatya seeds... Each new papatya starts to bloom and rise.

***

There is only one case which "Güneş Papatyası" wilts. When all papatya surrounding around "Güneş Papatyası" are withered and so the lights of "Güneş Papatyası" can't find any other papatya to enlighten.

***

For a few decades, our fields of papatya are covered with mud which is fed with acid rains. Seeds of toxic ivy have been insidiously planted among papatya. Naive papatya... It hugged ivy with love, no matter how much grudge the ivy has...

Most of the papatya are poisoned with hatred to "Güneş Papatyası". They are covered with the ivy which isolates the light of "Güneş Papatyası" from posioned papatya. Just a single beam of light... If it can reach to the papatya... Only once... Ahh...

Their bloodlust machines are crushing our earth, scaring the lovely birds off with their roaring and mowning all of papatya...Our beautiful papatya fields...

***

When all papatya is gone, eternity of "Güneş Papatyası" will end. Then, darkness will cover my lovely country once again.

***

Each papatya is a hope. We should not kill the poisoned ones. We must detoxify them. This is the only reliable solution. Ivy is fed by blood and hatred. Only thing we can do is to get together and shine stronger and stronger till our light break through the ivy and reach to the poisoned papatya.

***

Until then none of our dreams will come true. First, we need a future to dream on! We have a saying in Turkish: "Güneş balçıkla sıvanmaz". Direct translation is that "Sun can't be covered with mud". Meaning truth cannot be covered... I believe that people both in my country and in all over the world will realize that they are just like poor posioned papatya. They are covered with injected hatred and their conscience and ability of questioning are rusted with toxines of monsters on the earth.

I believe people will refuse to live like slaves...Childhood with dependence to T.V and ads... Schools for debt and jobs... Race for emposed necessities and injected selfish desires... Working just to be able to feed children... Kneeling down and burying honor of humanity... Hugging the chains jamming your mind...

This can't end in this way...

***

You are just running on the road. Once, just for once, stop, breathe and look around. Without "feeling the road", you can't say that I walk this road. When you come to end of your lives, you will look back and see a very long road so far. I hope you can really feel that you walked that road rather than being a mount.

***

And my dream... I will be walking for it...