Little Things 146 : Random writing in Istanbul




Odd enough, I'm beginning to understand about my little journey in this foreign land. 

Although the first few days were fully occupied with people and work, 
slowly I began to have a clearer view. 

It is not about the place, or the people. It is not about the food or the weather. But it is about how deeply involved I was with the moment, whenever, whatever condition I'm in. If all I ever think of is not here altogether, it feels as meaningless as it seems. 

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06092014, little moleskine.

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