Flight

Sometimes I look out my window, and wonder what it would be like to just jump out and soar through the sky. What it would feel like to fly above the mountains, above the ocean, to feel the wind in my face, to be utterly weightless. Other times I wonder if we could fly, would we fantasize about a life like ours, controlled by gravity, and wish we could live like that? Would we appreciate what we have, or would we ask for more? Ask for less? This is why we dream, to fill in the gap that is created from want, we think that we will succeed in everything as long we set a goal. Once we get there, we set new ones because we realize that first one was not enough, it is a never ending cycle. My dream is to fly, not as a pilot but as a bird.

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
-Edgar Allen Poe
 

Travel Log Number Five: Monday

Today, like yesterday was spent in the house doing homework. Really, there is nothing to say. I hope that you had a nice day, filled with good memories and fun.

Travel Log Number Four: Sunday

There really is not much to say about Sunday, because I spent all day at home doing homework.. I noticed that the teachers are giving us homework as though we have a months break for bayram instead of a week, with three exams on monday, this, and a whole lot of turkish homework. Really, what good does homework do? I don't personally get anything out of it, after I do it, I forget everything I've done, so it's no good for revision. It prevents you from being social, and humans are social animals, we've been roming around in groups for the last hundred thousand years so anything that makes us anti-social should be banned because it goes against our nature. What is this world we live in, where a man cannot be himself, cannot follow the path that nature has set for him?

Daily Travel Log Number Three: Saturday

 On Sunday November 6th , every year in Turkey there is this thing called the bayram. Normally families celebrate this on the actual day, but since my mother and grandmother were going to go on a trip on Sunday, we celebrated it saturday. We had a big breakfast as a family,  kissed all of our relatives hands, and got money in return. It really was nice, being with my family and all, that is, until I remembered where I was going afterwords.  The doctors office is one of my least favorite places to spend a saturday, especially when you're just going there to get shots, allergy shots to be exact. It's great, because I have allergies to practically everything that flies, so what ends up happening is that they shoot twenty different allergens onto my back, and then wait to see which ones I react to. By reacting they mean which ones make me break out into rashes and itch like crazy. Not only that, but I know have permanent marker all over my back because the nurse needed to know what she was pricking and where. I now know that I am not allergic to dogs, which is wonderful, but was there not a more simple way to find that out?

Daily Travel Log Number Two: Friday

Today, was not as special as yesterday, but I still enjoyed myself. It was Kaan's birthday party today, and we went bowling at Ankuva. It really was fun, considering I did not know how to bowl one bit. Afterwords, while we were outside, Eda dropped her phone into the gutter, which was pretty entertaining. I wish I could say more, but there really us not much more too say.

Daily Travel Log Numero Uno : Thursday

    "NEBILA! NEBILA! Wake up, it's SNOWING!" Were the words I woke up to this morning. At first I did not believe my mother, snow in november? Well that was just impossible, didn't everybody say it snowed only in december? I had to see for myself, so I slowly stood up, and shuffled to the nearest window. Pressing my nose onto the glass, I looked out into the foggy Thursday morning, and saw little cotton like balls falling from the sky. She was right, it really was snowing! It was amazing to see actual snow from my window, it was like in the movies I used to watch during christmas time, the snow looked just like it, almost fake. Never in my life had I lived in a place where it snowed during winter, back in San Francisco, you could never even tell the difference between winter and summer, it all just muddled up into one big season of fog, then sun, then fog again. By the time I had gotten ready to go outside, the rain was slowly turning the snow into sleet, until it had washed away all the evidence of the mornings splendor. Nothing else really memorable happened during the day, I just stayed home and did my turkish homework, occasionnally reminiscing to anyone who would listen, the miracle that had in the morning.