avatarHarun Reşit Aydin

Summary

The text is a poignant reflection on the futility of seeking fulfillment in dreams rather than reality, emphasizing the harsh truth that unrealized aspirations can lead to a life of unfulfilled longing.

Abstract

The article delves into the deep-seated human desire to find solace and redemption through love, believing that it can heal past wounds and lead to a happily ever after. It acknowledges the seductive power of hope, likening it to sustenance for the impoverished heart. However, it ultimately warns against the danger of living solely in one's dreams, as the realization of these dreams often leads to disappointment and the extinguishing of hope. The narrative draws on the wisdom of the poet Constantin Cavafy, who asserts that running away from one's current reality is futile, as one carries their own destruction with them, destined to always return to the same place, the same city of the mind. The author, Harun Resit Aydin, suggests that living in the wrong time, we are bound to the same disappointments, and that accepting this can be a form of liberation.

Opinions

  • The author believes that hoping for a person's love to be the antidote to all past pains is an illusion that rarely materializes in reality.
  • There is a critique of the idea that love can serve as a panacea for life's troubles, suggesting that such a belief is a setup for repeated heartbreak.
  • The piece conveys a sense of resignation, advising poets and dreamers to keep their aspirations in the realm of imagination rather than risk the pain of attempting to realize them.
  • The author echoes Cavafy's sentiment that escapism is pointless, as our inner turmoil will follow us wherever we go, and we must confront it in the here and now.
  • The article implies that living in the present, with all its imperfections, is more constructive than chasing illusory dreams of a better life elsewhere.

Live your dreams only in your thoughts…

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Sometimes you find someone…

Sometimes you think that all of your past pain will go away like magic when that person says ‘’yes’’.

You think that one last time, one very last time, you will knock on a heart and someone will open the door, a door to infinity. A heart that, like you, went through a lot, suffered a lot of pain. You think you can mix all the medicine in the world with your love and make a prescription for all her worries, heal all the wounds, hug her so tightly that she forgets all the past in your eyes.

You believe in the power of love, no matter how far away it is, no matter whether there are so many big hurdles, you think what should happen? I have only one life left in my hand, I have sacrificed it so often, why not the last time for someone who is worth it?

But most of the time you forget in this dream that there is always the same conclusion. The door is closed, it never opens, except in your dreams and in your pen, that has only been writing for years and decades but does not give you back love.

You forget the famous sentence of the wise man:

“Hope is the bread of poor people”

It does not mean the bread that we eat, but our hungry heart. If you come into this world with a pure, but fragile heart, it has its price. It will never be what you hope for. You will not even be the dessert on the table after a luxury dinner called ‘’life’’, but always the person on the 3rd class of a train who looks from afar when caviar is eaten.

And if you think for a single moment, now is the time when this story ends with a happy ending, one sentence, destroys all your dreams. Therefore it is my advice for all desperate poets in this world, live your dreams in your mind, but never, never dare to realize it.

Because once you take this step, every door will close and the last light will be turned off. How beautiful one of my most favorite poets, Constantin Cavafy has told in one of his poems:

‘’You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.

This city will always pursue you.

You’ll walk the same streets, grow old in the same neighborhoods,

turn grey in these same houses.

You’ll always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:

there’s no ship for you, there’s no road.

Now that you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,

you’ve destroyed it everywhere in the world..’’

Photo by Raghu Nayyar on Unsplash

Yes, listen, my dear poet, you won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore. Because this world, has lost its innocence centuries ago, and you and I, live in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Author: Harun Resit Aydin

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