As soon as I laid my eyes on you,
the ten-hour-long bus ride felt true.
You brought me into a novel world
of blues and browns, handsome herald.
Longed I to stand under your clear sky,
to confirm the rumors, to be nigh;
I knew not you’d give me the raison d’être
to forever guide my life, Kapadokya.
Moments lived in your valleys lent
an escape, liberated breaths well-spent.
Fairy chimneys, hot air balloons,
an elderly couple selling ragdolls amid runes.
Here I was on a simple escapade
away from society, its deceitful trade,
in search for a reason to live
not just to survive, to merely take and give.
I found it in the reflection of a handicraft
as I left a pottery site, a magical shaft.
I saw myself in the misty, carved mirror.
I smiled back, a reason so simple, so austere.
One of the highlights of my stay in Turkey last summer was visiting Kapadokya (also spelled as Cappadocia). While in Istanbul, one can see water and people from every angle, Kapadokya is unique for its rocky terrain and peaceful silence.
Often, we experience ordeals that make us evaluate our existence. During these times, one fact we should firmly hold on to is: pursue what brings you happiness. The most magical blessing in the world is you. Live for yourself and those who care for you.