a long walk

I used to do this back home.

I’d walk a lot of thoughts away. I remember one particular night where I walked all the way from Sisli to Besiktas, and I think it took 2.30-3 hours to do it. I remember looking at lights from windows in awe and admiring other people’s happiness.

I’ve been thinking a lot recently. Now that I’m left to my own devices, I think I can finally start changing my life. I don’t know where to start, but the thought has deep roots and I’m choosing to trust myself with this.

There are things I can’t change. Accepting that is freeing. Time to move onto the things I can actually change.