A Storm on The Lake

"There's a hole in the side of the boat. That hole is never going to be fixed and it's never going away and you can't get a new boat. This is your boat. What you have to do is bail water out faster than it's coming in." (TNR)

Broken Man

"Ser? My lady?" said Potrick. "Is a broken man an outlaw?"

"More or less," Brienne answered.

Septon Meribald disagreed. "More less than more. There are many sorts of outlaws, just as there are many sorts of birds. A sandpiper and a sea eagle both have wings, but they are not the same. The singers love to sing of good men forced to go outside the law to fight some wicked lord, but most outlaws are more like this ravening Hound than they are the lightning lord. They are evil men, driven by greed, soured by malice, despising the gods and caring only for themselves. Broken men are more deserving of our pity, though they may be just as dangerous. Almost all are common-born, simple folk who had never been more than a mile from the house where they were born until the day some lord came round to take them off to war. Poorly shod and poorly clad, they march away beneath his banners, ofttimes with no better arms than a sickle or sharpened hoe, or a maul they made themselves by lashing a stone to a stick with strips of hide. Brothers march with brothers, sons with fathers, friends with friends. They've heard the songs and stories, so they go off with eager hearts, dreaming of the wonders they will see, of the wealth and glory they will win. War seems a fine adventure, the greatest most of them will ever know.

"Then they get a taste of battle.

"For some, that one taste is enough to break them. Others go on for years, until they lose count of all the battles they have fought in, but even a man who has survived a hundred fights can break in his hundred-and-first. Brothers watch their brothers die, fathers lose their sons, friends see their friends trying to hold their entrails in after they they've been gutted by an axe.

"They see the lord who led them there cut down and some other lord shouts that they are his now. They take a wound, and when that's still half-healed they take another. There is never enough to eat, their shoes fall to pieces from the marching, their clothes are torn and rotting and half of them are shitting in their breeches from drinking bad water.

"If they want new boots or a warmer cloak or may be rusted iron halfhelm, they need to take them from a corpse, and before long they are stealing form the living too, from the small-folk whose lands they are fighting in, men very like the men they used to be. They slaughter their sheep and steal their chickens, and from there it's just a short step to carrying off their daughters too. And one day they look around and realize all their friends and kin are gone, that they are fighting beside strangers beneath a banner that they hardly recognise. They don't know where they are how to get back home and the lord they're fighting for does not know their names, yet here he comes, shouting for them to form up, to make a line with their spears and scythes and sharpened hoes, to stand their ground. And the knights come down on them, faceless men clad all in steel and the iron thunder of their charge seems to fill the world...

"And the man breaks.

"He turns and runs, or crawls off afterward over the corpses of the slain, or steals away in the black of night, he finds someplace to hide. All thought of home is gone by then, and kings and lords and gods mean less to him than a haunch of spoiled meat that will let him live another day, or a skin of bad wine that might drown his fear for a few hours. The broken man lives from day to day, from meal to meal, more beast than man. Lady Brienne is not wrong. In times like these, the traveler must beware of broken men, and fear them... but he should pity them as well."

"A Song of Ice and Fire; A Feast For Crows" by George R.R. Martin

To all the pirates who are after the One Piece...

Let's go, Shining! Running! Forever
Keep on advancing
The unchanging bond will light up the "end of the dream"
Wake up heart beat
We are the one! Go ahead!
Freedom is our only compass, We are best friends
We will keep making our own route
Go east, Go west
Running at full speed everyday, Go east, Go west!
We keep finding the things we want to do and doing them all
We can't wait until the morning
Why not drag the sun out into the sky
go-in Go
Force it and go
Yes, Shining! Running! Forever
Put the pieces of our dreams together
and if that makes you feel something - that's the treasure
Keep on advancing
The unchanging bond will light up the "end of the dream"
Wake up heart beat! We are the one! Go ahead!
Get dragged into darkness,
Every time we overcome something,
it stirs possibility
Tomorrow and the day after,
there will be a chain of burning, intense excitement!
Yes, Shining! Running! Forever
Go along with your curiosity
and go wherever you want to go - that's the adventure
Let's go, Shining! Running! Forever
Open up the sailing chart in your heart
The bond with potential power will seize the "end of the dream"
Never Stop it!
We are the one! Go ahead!

C'est un petit pas pour l'homme mais un grand pas pour l'humanité.

Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.
-L.Frank Baum

I can't feel any ground beneath my feet. Irresistible anxiety is a friend for a very long time. What to do is not a relevant question anymore. Just doing without any additional thought is more relaxing. Only sometimes plans work. It's like a frequent punch in the face. I do cover myself but the point is I don't know who I am anymore therefore who to cover...

What I know is I'm taking a big step without any further warning and basically nothing for humanity yet a lot for me...

oNce uPon A time Twice uPon miNe

Gerekirse yeni güne de başlarız.

Eskimi ne sikimse vurun kellesini!

The Rains of Castamere

And who are you,the proud lord said

that I must bow so low?

only a cat of a different coat

that's all the truth I know

in a coat of gold or a coat of red

a lion still has claws

and mine are long and sharp, My Lord

as long and sharp as yours

and so he spoke, and so he spoke

that Lord of Castamere

but now the rains weep o'ver his hall

with no one there to hear

Unjust Yourself to Justify Life

"Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind." Henry David Thoreau

Kitchen is the first mediation room to life. First I separate dishes into their size and type. I start washing with less dirty ones. I switch to more dirty ones by one by. Until the end of the same sizes I don't stop. Before bigger size dishes I clean worktop and after all I switch to saucepans and pans. I clean the worktop again, dry kitchen cloth hang them onto radiator and switch off the lights.

Laundry is the second mediation room to life. I first tidy up all dirty clothes in my room it's smarten up in a way. I put them into clothes basket and carry them two floor downstairs to the laundry.I wash them and calculate estimate finish time to get them back on time and dry them up by the dryer softly. I carry them again back to room, fold them up carefully and stow in them slowly and in an order. Especially I concern to be seated while I'm folding socks.

If I'm tired I'm aware that I wanted to be. If I'm confused or stucked in mind I consider them as a positive hindrance which may not be elevate humankind behalf of me but elevate my consciousness.

I intend to immerse in everything I do. Ethic has nothing to do with my answers to the question "Why?" I have everything to do in general to choose the way I walk and to be a change. I intend to spend time willingly without being impatient.

Miracle of the moment!..

Çarşıdan Aldım Bir Tane Eve Geldim Oha AQ

So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him.Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling...Seeing that!

If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid...

I ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help.

If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever.

If I asked you about yourself, you'd probably array all the words about what you like, what you don't, what you've been into, but how often you've been touched into you? How often you had clash with yourlself truly without any hesitation?

What you've been is almost never what you are truly in your sense. You're the one that should really experience yourself. No one will tell you what you really think except yourself. So tell me what you've been thinking?!

What you've been experiencing?