What is this thing called life?

I want to disappear like grains of sand flying in the desert. Why did I start this article with this sentence, I guess you will understand it very well in the following lines of this article!

“I own all aspects of my life, good or bad, with pleasure and love. Because this is my life. If I were born again, I would like to experience all of this life, including all the troubles, without giving up a single minute of this life. But, even if it will pass in complete happiness, I do not want to be born and live again. Yes, I don't want to. All the people who have given me happiness, I extend my love and gratitude to all of you without exception.”

The above text of Aydın Boysan's elder was an excerpt from his book titled "head-to-head". When I sit behind him and think about it, it is not my place to evaluate his life, and I consider this the greatest injustice. However, there was something that no one can deny:

Aydın Boysan, the master, was a great person who made life beautiful! There are many theses on reincarnation. Is this possible? We don't know.

Well, what do you think about this, if you say Orhan ACU, I can stay a step or two away from Aydın Boysan master. I don't want to be reborn once, that's for sure. But you have to, you will come and live again, if it is said that there is no other way out, then I will sit down and tell you: I never want to be born in Turkey again.

Why is that? First of all, it is a difficult country.

“Galoping from Far Asia to the Mediterranean

This land, stretching out like a mare's head, is ours.”

In Turkey, they can rot the poets who wrote such beautiful country-loving poems in prison. It is not only limited to Nâzım Hikmet, the owner of the above lines. An undeclared war has continued in these lands against all intellectuals, artists, writers, poets, theater actors, film artists, academics, doctors and engineers.

Again, with the determination of Nâzım Hikmet, the dimensions of this hostility are explained as follows:

"An enemy to you is an enemy to me,

Enemy to thinking man

Homeland is the home of these people,

My dear, they are hostile to the country.”

Those who hold the mechanism called the state say:

Do not write such poems! Do not divide our homeland!

How do they say this?

There are laws.

Who makes the laws? Council. Who fills the parliament? MPs. What was the deputy doing before he became the deputy of the nation? Tradesmen in the town, bureaucrat in the city, contractor in the capital. Do they understand poetry, literature? Suspicious! But they make laws, and according to those laws, they throw behind bars those who produce products in the fields of art, literature, songs and folk songs.

Why?

For the country, for the people. They say so.

Do they believe themselves? I don't think so, with exceptions.

They admit that when they retire, they didn't believe it, but they pretended to do so. It happens to the well-educated children of the country.

All those in power in this country at all times saw the youth as the enemy. They treated the young as the enemy was treated. They were chipped, detained, arrested, imprisoned, tortured, shot, executed!

Who would want to be born again and be young in a country that was formatted as the hell of the youth? I do not want to be born again like Aydın Ustad. This country offers a very tiring life. That's why, if even the young people of our country become old, they can only get ahead and take advantage of the opportunities. They bless death. However, young people have a long life ahead of them. Accordingly, they should exclaim:

We want to live!

The old people say “no”, sacrifice your life, we will bury you! If we can make the last part of Nâzım Hikmet's poem "invitation" an article of the Constitution, we can look at the faces of the youth:

“Living is like a tree

single and free

And brotherly like a forest

This longing is ours”

This is what I felt and what I wrote. I don't know about you, this lifetime was mine and I lived it. And I don't want it again. I want to get lost in the wind blowing like a grain of sand.

I say stay with respect and love.