The first sentences are the most difficult. They tell the whole story - the whole text, actually. It is not only a beginning but a reference to the end - at least the author knows it and presents it to readers as a short trailer.

I assume we are at a point where it is unclear how to start, how to carry on, and how to end. It is almost as if my words are no longer under my control as before.

Where and how we are going to take care of ourselves, how we are going to get it back together, how much we should not forget, how much of it we should bring to account - we all feel lost. We feel confused.

And of course, there is this other side - the perception of mistaking us for automatic machines rather than human beings, pressuring us with the cries of "you have to feel good" “Are we back to our routines?” “Are we back to normal?” God forbid a week or two of stress disrupt our routines. Let us all go back to sleep now.

A big "Hah! It didn't even hurt" and pretend it didn't even happen?

Just because we do not know where we are going does not mean we are lost. Maybe we are going where we will find ourselves. Are you ready to be “real”?

Should we connect with the “human” inside and leave what we show to the world behind?

And as the Earth family, should we feel that we are meaningful parts of a whole, equally valuable?

Isn't it time we give full due to sorrow, happiness, routine, and non-routine?

My idea is that what we have known and got used to as normal does not exist anymore. It should not. Like a Simurg reborn from the ashes, we are returning to the times when we re-create ourselves and are reborn in another dimension of awareness.

I was not in the earthquake area. I think empathizing with them, with their suffering, and even trying to understand them, opens doors that will never be closed again.

"Our intent is not to feel better, but to get better at feeling” says Michael Brown. Let us think about this sentence again. "Our intent is not to feel better, but to get better at feeling”.

Let us mourn.

Let us be thankful.

Let us all embody both the mourning and gratitude for our lives flowing together with pain, joy, and excitement. Let us give them all their due in our hearts. These are the times.

Life is the flow of conscious breaths. That's it.

For years, I have been meeting with you in various TV programs, news, digital platforms, articles in Vox Magazine, Posta Newspaper, videos on Hurriyet.com.tr and social media. Although we talk about specific topics such as aesthetic plastic surgery, what we are doing is actually talking about body and soul awareness and acceptance. We are now embarking on a new and exploratory journey with our body, soul, and being.

My clients, my friends. Hopeful days will come, and so will those routines. New ones will be added, old ones will be abandoned.

Let us give birth to a new "me" in our body and soul this spring, just as when nature is "born again from its ashes". Let us cater to our needs, care for them with compassion. Let us all raise a more aware, self-satisfied, healthy, fair, and brave "me". Wishing you to live every day of your life with dignity.

At Vox, we WELCOME another hopeful spring together. Have a pleasant read.