Waiting for an answer

bought the wrong bread. ate the wrong bread anyway. did not even taste it, honestly.

someone sat next to me on an empty bench. neither of us talked for ten minutes. i did not mind it, which surprised me.

stayed up till 2 reading how elevators work. did not need to know any of it.

the barista said "the usual" before i could order. small thing but i kept smiling on the walk back like an idiot.

I think everyone has a story they never tell. A dream they gave up on, a person they still think about, or a moment they wish they could experience one more time. We all walk around pretending everything is fine, carrying memories that nobody knows about. Sometimes a simple song can take us back years, or a familiar place can remind us of someone we haven't spoken to in forever. It's strange how time moves forward, but some feelings never really leave. Maybe that's what makes us human.

Sometimes, the best moments in life are the ones we never plan. A random conversation, a beautiful sunset, a song that brings back memories, or simply walking down the street with no particular destination. We spend so much time thinking about what comes next that we forget to enjoy what's happening right now. Maybe happiness isn't always about achieving something big. Maybe it's hidden in the little things we usually overlook. So take a breath, slow down, and enjoy where you are. Life is happening right now, not someday.

It was a great day, one of those days when everything seemed to fall into place. The sun was shining, the weather was perfect, and there was a special kind of happiness in the air. I spent time doing the things I love, shared a few laughs with people who made me smile, and enjoyed every little moment. Nothing extraordinary happened, but somehow even the simplest things felt meaningful. As the day came to an end, I found myself feeling grateful for all the little moments that made it special. It was a day worth remembering, and I hope tomorrow brings just as many beautiful moments.

yirmi ikimde kaybettiğim arkadaşım: geçen ay öğrendim, beni sormuşsun. iki kere. başkaları aracılığıyla. ikisinde de "meşgulüm" demişim. meşgul değildim. yirmi iki yaşındaydım, zaman var sanmıştım.

sen bunu okumayacaksın, biliyorum. ben de onun için yazıyorum. üç yıldır senin temiz halini taşıdım içimde, hiç sesini yükseltmeyen adamı. geçen hafta biri senin hakkında bir şey anlattı, tanıyamadım onu. iki halini de istiyorum, bilmiyorum ne yapacağım.

sun hit the wall for ten minutes this afternoon. i sat in front of it. free heating.

Made the bed. First time since March.

I left my phone at home on purpose. Nobody noticed. I noticed.

the barista remembered my order today. i smiled like an idiot walking out.

a stranger on the bus offered me her seat. i'm thirty-four. i sat down and smiled all the way home.

Since my mother died the family group chat is silent. I do not open it every morning, but I have not deleted it either.

When my friend got divorced I felt relief, because I was not the only single one anymore. I am still ashamed, and I still check his face when we meet.

Splitting a two-desk office in Istanbul Karaköy, unfurnished, rent divided. Needs to be quiet before eleven. I am quiet after, too.

Small studio in Lisbon needs a part-time assistant, two mornings a week. No portfolio needed, just someone who cleans their brushes. Reply in the comments if that is you.

Looking for night-shift warehouse work in Berlin, B1 German, no heavy lifting after a back injury. I am reliable and I am free from Monday.

thirty-nine and the "what is my purpose" question still hasn't come. either i missed the exam or there is no exam, i don't know anymore.