It doesn’t really matter where in the world we live. After the pandemic, people experienced the same strange loneliness, we had difficulty perceiving, we struggled for two and a half years until we digested what had happened.
The value of life has become embedded in our bones, all the dynamics of our existence have made us stick to life.
We created excuses for hope and joy. For example, we made bread, the first blessing of the world came to our mind, all kinds of fragrant breads, our homes were filled with hope, the first steps were timid like babies just walking, then we made choices from branches of art, we made choices from handicrafts, every breakthrough was to rejoin life. Don’t miss love, we’re longing to hug, fight…
It is very beautiful, very special, our life we are in, meeting our feet with sea water on the shore, mooning with moonlight in the moonlight (I always say mooning like sunbathing). Eating ice cream on the chirpy streets on hot summer nights. For example, even being cold in the cold in winter is special. To dress up in layers, to shiver from the cold.
Everything that was ordinary was our unique blessings, boredom was infected with our life, this disease hit us all like saying come to yourself.
Of course, who knows what the opportunity lovers of the world have done without hearing our souls.
Now it’s time to leap far away, to see beyond the horizon. Each of us started this long run with various methods, whatever we do, let’s definitely add a little joy, a little art, a lot of love and a pinch of love…
With my love
Füsun Rüyam Deda
People after the pandemic
