New Life
Every few years, we begin a new life, I’m sure you noticed it. You begin elementary school, thus a new life. In high school, you are born again, just like you did in Junior High, trying to adapt yourself to changes. In the intervals of summers, new lives open and close within a few months. You come to university, your personal renaissance, and decide to change the world. You fall in love once in a while, get married and put the rest of your lives away. A trade for nothing.
It’s difficult to look back and think about the ones you loved, or think about the lives you loved to be in. This is exactly how I feel. Looking back at the four years here, and the ones I love, in between the fog of images and impressions in my mind, life seems easier than ever now, at least much easier than saying goodbye in a few words like this.
Before writing this column, this last one, I read what Sibel wrote for this week, and guess what? I don’t even feel like responding to the weird things she said about me. Maybe she is right, who knows? The future may bring anything, and it makes you much happier not to know what that will be.
There are scientific facts, however. For instance, Sibel is much too overweighted to be a supergirl (she says she will be), she wouldn’t fit in the tight suit :) By the way, did you know she always tries to step on my shoes under the table in our editorial board meetings? Well, it was all in fun, neighbors, Atilla and Sibel, but let me not bore the readers with our personal/personnel stuff.
The future, and the new life, I was saying. It seems to me that there are two kinds of transitions between lives; expected and unanticipated. The second one opens a new door for extremes, either in a good or a bad way, where the first lets you at least do some preparation. At the verge of the first one today, I don’t feel set or prepared for anything, and this is a good thing. What would be the point and amusement of life, if you’re ready for everything?
Don’t worry. All of your lives will get old, and be far away at the end, hence your loves. We should make sure that they are memorable ones.
Good morning to the new lives, then. ‘And in case I don’t see you, good afternoon, good evening and good night…’

Efe Peker (POLS/IV)