Kairen

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I was sitting on the balcony sipping my green tea softly.  I always thought it was an advantage to be awake while everyone else was asleep.  It was a pleasure to wake up when the whole city wasn't even awakened.  It was silence, and as I looked away, I felt as if I was the only one in the huge world.

I remembered a few years ago;  I hated silence so much ... I would always be in crowded places and never be alone in my own silence.  Because being in silence is kind of hearing voices in your mind that you don't normally hear.  At that time, of course, I was afraid of silence when I didn't know the slightest thing about myself.  Because I would never know what the voices in your mind would say.  And the obscurity was the great fear for me then, as with most people.

Silence could be terrifying for some and very peaceful for others.  We could be in the crowd and feel like we were alone.  We could have come from not seeing and hearing the crowd.

But is it silence?  Oh no.  We couldn't have ignored the silence.  Nobody can.

I was hearing my own self in silence.  I could speak with my own self and I could understand it.  Society tells us that talking to itself is crazy, but I think the biggest madness is talking to everyone other than yourself and hearing everyone but yourself.

Perhaps this is the reason for all sorrow and problems.  We heard others so much that we were deaf to our own voice.  But opening your ears to the voice of your own self was the key to everything.

Remember, if we only heard our own voices, we would really know what we wanted.  Close your ears to the whole world for a while and listen to your own self;  see how everything is starting to change ...

Last night I filtered my brain one more time and removed unnecessary information from my mind.  After all, I had to throw away the unnecessary ones before the important ones were imprinted in my mind.

The message that came to me was strange, but I could not take it seriously for no reason.  I wasn't afraid or nervous.  Most people were seeing me on social media and they knew me as much as I showed.  Someone could even just make fun of me.  Maybe I shouldn't have reacted in such a normal and cool way, but as a public figure on social media, I've heard about good things and bad things.  I've also seen people who hate me and write bad things to me even though they don't know me.

But seriously one got used to it when exposed to it that much.  At first I blushed, I was obsessed, then there is a careless phase and eventually you get used to it.  Because the sentence a person said to you would actually reflect his own inner and true face.

So pay attention to the sentences you make against people.  Perhaps sentences that you could not say to yourself were coming out of your lips for others.

"You think you're just playing the games. But I picked myself a long time ago new toys and you're one of them. I wanted you to be aware of that."

So he was aware of my works.  Would that change anything?  No.

I didn't know who wrote me, but someone had to teach him that people aren't toys.

For example, I could say a few things about it just by emerging from the writing style.  Why would a person need to play with other people's lives?  Because his own life is boring.

Why would a person see other people as toys?  Because he wanted to take control of someone, and it would feel strong to take control of some things.  Why would a person want to control others?

Maybe it's because he can't control his own life ...

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"We need to strengthen your fists."  Ali Kaya said, throwing his boxing gloves towards me.  I guess I had to be constantly alert and use my reflexes right next to him.  "We have to work so hard."