Sometimes I think “What was 3 month ago me thinking” whilst looking at my posts and thinking of some of my interactions. I tend to also think of the actions I’ve done and how they maybe perceived like did I make someone uncomfortable or did I benefit someone somehow.
It’s been 10 years since I’ve visited the steep and winding streets of Anatolia.
Oh how I’ve misjudged this beautiful land.
The truth is that the oppressor may get the last laugh, hell they may even best you in every situation.
But a backbone built of principles shall never bow.
Oh how fickle life is. It can end as soon as a swing of a sword or it can last, but it will end at last.
Be sure when death knocks on your door you may always greet it as an old friend forgotten, not in sorrow or despair.
Leave in good faith, for yourself and your loved ones.