There was a chapter I read in a psychology book once...
To understand the value of life and its rewards
There was a recommended method in it..
It was said that; "Once in a while, when you're very depressed,
when you think life has become unbearable for you
Take 10 minutes to yourself and think about your own funeral"...
I was shocked when I first read the sentence...
I was expecting a positive development and advice after the introduction...
But we were advised to think about "our own death and funeral"...
I got goosebumps and at that moment I thought the author was being silly...
But as an enemy of prejudice, I continued to read...
He was saying; "When you think about these
your place, the emptiness that will occur when you leave the world, your loved ones and
You will understand your importance for those who love you...
especially what people will say about you, for them
try to feel what you are expressing...
That you can't go back from that moment, that your credit called life
Imagine that it's over and you don't have a chance to respond to them...
Feel like your chance to hug again, kiss one more time is over...
In addition to the resentments, separations and fights in the world, this pain
and experience the dreadful despair of irreversibility...
Let your soul burn, let your whole soul be scorched in flames...
Imagine yourself there, on that musalla stone...
Watch the facial expressions of those around you right now...
Imagine the sentences running through their minds and hearts...
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Without continuing the book, I set it aside and closed my eyes.
I just shut it down and started thinking...
My wife, son, mother, father, siblings and all other
I sat around me, one by one, in their places at my own funeral...
I placed them one by one around my coffin...
Rarely have I been hurt this much in my life...
I was seeing my only son crying "Daddy..."
My wife is trying to stand with my "crying trust" in her arms.
was working miserable...
My big sycamore daddy was praying vaguely, he was still out of my sight.
with a dignified stance that doesn't go away...
My mother both inside and out as if a piece of her liver had been ripped alive.
she was shedding tears...
My brothers and relatives were saying "he went too early, he couldn't get enough of his son."
with painful tones...
And my friends...
They were also surprised...
Some were saying "we were together only yesterday, how come..."...
I wanted to watch these and say to them, "No, I'm not dead, I'm here."
forgetting it's a dream...
Then I understood what the author meant, before I read the rest of the book...
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Awareness is an important concept in psychology.
To show an awareness that we may or may not have thought of.
the author wanted...
With that dream I had that day, despite all my pain
I was BORN AGAIN...
I "formatted my life" with computer language...
I realized what I had and because I'm still breathing
I'm thankful...
As soon as I opened my eyes, that bad and painful scene was over, the play said the curtain...
What if it wasn't a dream, but a reality and the curtain never opened again?
If it was closed...
This finale must have been worth reading this article until here...
Maybe you're nervous, you've been bad, but if you keep it up, it's worth it
in my opinion...
I'm melancholic tonight and I may have exaggerated a bit...
You know, we are artists and poets, maybe that's why...
I don't think you should stop just reading this article...
PLEASE WEIGH WHAT YOU GOT FROM HERE EVERY TIME,
THINK AND REVIEW YOUR LIFE...
No one knows who and when death will come but the Creator.
That's why while you're living and breathing
Do what you can, don't procrastinate...
Repair the hearts you broke intentionally or unknowingly...
Spend more time with those who love you and your loved ones...
It will be a little Hıncal brother style, but, your love and
Shout out your value to them before it's too late...

And the most important thing;
FOR EVERYTHING THAT HE GIVES - DON'T GIVE, RECEIVE - DON'T RECEIVE,
AGAIN AGAIN GET GRATEFUL TO THE GREAT CREATOR...
(CAN DÜNDAR)