People

I was analyzing the people passing by while I was humming the songs. Some of them were beggars selling handkerchiefs or lemons, just like me. And yes, I wasn't different than them. Because I was also selling my art to them, I was getting paid such as them. Some of the passers-by wore expensive suits and they were holding coffee and talking "serious business" with a large phones. And some of them was my personal favorite: normal people. These were normal for us. A normal connection, a normal family and a normal life. Some of them were sometimes sad, sometimes very excited, but their lives always progressed in one way and they passed away from this world when they came of age. They questioned life enough, did not interfere beyond it, and entrusted it to fate. We would just question more, think more instead of them. Maybe that's what made us this way, because we were looking for reasons even for the positive events this life has to offer. I was singing louder and louder so that these thoughts would silence me again, and it works every time.
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The sharp cold that hit your face when you drank all night long and leaked on a street corner reminded you that you should pay more attention to other things in life. The will to survive always outweighed any other wishes or considerations. Until the next night, I somehow managed to do this job of survival. And I did not care a little, what happen if we died? Some believed that we would be reborn, others believed that after we died we would go to a place where we could do whatever we wanted. Either way, I didn't think I would be in a different position from this situation, so it didn't matter much.
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"Do you know what's the deal with snowflakes? Every snowflake, every crystal that falls from those clouds is unique; it's unique. Just like people, just like us..."

This short-story is translated from Turkish to English for global readers.