ABOUT THE BOOK "LIFE MEANS LOVE"....

Is life a period of time squeezed between two dates, called life?... Or is it a process of wholeness that cannot be sliced?

When talking about life squeezed between two dates, would such a definition really fit in the name of introducing life - life...?

And if life cannot be sliced by talking about holism, where should we place the individuality of life?

Is life our share of a period of time trapped between the dilemmas of inextricability, indescribability and indefiniteness...? Or is life the abandonment of the stage of life after the roles that nature has handed us?

Do we have anything to do with this choice?

Whatever it is that imposes our own life on ourselves... Is that what we call life?

If we could, would we still choose what is imposed on us as "life"; or would we, with a completely different choice, follow the freedom of birds sailing to completely different horizons, drifting after a wind and looking for other places...?

No; no!... Even though this last sentence sometimes haunts our minds; even though it sometimes warms and sometimes burns us as a longing; even if a divine power gave us the freedom to choose and share another life again; believe me, the vast majority of us would choose our own lives again.

In other words, life is our own life. Life is our own breath. Our own ideals, our own reason, our own conscience... and our own conscience. Our own pain; our happiness... our sadness, our joy... As we said, our life!...

Just as we do not choose our parents, yet our greatest loyalty is to them; our life, which begins with an imposition without choice, is our absolute indispensable. And on that indispensable foundation we build our ideals, our love, our tolerance and our bonds of life.

Isn't that what fills life; each of those breaths that we want to reach the farthest corners of our lungs, that last breath before the last breath? Who doesn't want to take one more deep breath before the last breath....

If another name for being able to say "I lived, I lived to the fullest!" is synonymous with being able to say "I loved, I loved to the fullest!", then that life is love itself.

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What is that warm feeling that makes every moment of life unforgettable and connects the person to someone other than themselves? Some burn with this feeling and become Kerem; others become Donkishotes for the sake of their Dulsiyana. Is there a more heartfelt definition of "Life is Love" than this?

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Life should always remain attractive with the mystery of the unknown mystery of love within us... This is what this work reveals.

It seems that with the emergence of this work; we have the right to expect other works from Dear Mukaddes Başdil.

Mehmet Halil Arık 

Educator-Author