There is tea.

We will rebuild our homes, establish new cities, and heal our wounds… We can, we will, we will start again, we will live in our new homes and dream new dreams. The unspeakable pain we have experienced will be tempered by our great power of forgetting. Our pain will ache in our hearts, and if there is a place deeper than the heart, it will ache there, in the most inaccessible place. Like everyone else, we will forget everything except our own pain. Perhaps our power of forgetting will be useless in the face of the magnitude of our pain, but then we will show our power of adaptation. We will adapt and move forward with fortitude. Our pain will not be able to overcome our passion for life. Our minds and dreams will be filled with brand new ideas and hopes. We are human, this is what we will do. We will not go with those who have gone. We will be angry that they didn't take us with them, but they left us here, we will stay, we will live. That great passion for life will begin to surge within us, illuminating the future. Humans live in the future. Then we will write, work, strive, build, create, and make. This is how we will catch up with life, which is trying to run away from us. We will catch up, we will live…

We Need a Reason

We will need those moments when we decide to catch up with this race, with the life that is slipping away. A child's smile, for example, a mother's tenderness, a father's warm hand on our head—if all of that has gone, leaving us behind, then the hope of having a child, the hope of becoming a mother, a father, and if that's not there, then a challenge, but there will always be a reason. Something will trigger our irresistible rebellion. Something unexpected will suddenly reveal itself before our eyes, dazzling us with its light. A hand holding ours, for example. Or a Beşiktaş match. Or, I don't know, the magic in a bird's song. Or someone will rise from the ruins and say, "I've made the tea, we're starting again," and a world will be created in that moment. Then the invisible hands around our throats will loosen, the scent we've been away from will fill our lungs. A goodness, a beauty will reveal itself. It's just a warm cup of tea. The unfinished conversation will resume. A crimson brew will bring back all the lost colors.

Life Begins Again

The ordinariness in the phrase "Put on the tea" lays life before our eyes. So, for all those who are about to start anew: "We've put on the tea, we'll start again."

Önder Saraloğlu