2025

When I was 17 I had this foolish idea that I would’ve made it by 24. Success, whatever I thought that meant at the time, felt like the only cure to an ache for more.

I am 24 now. I don’t feel particularly successful or think that I’ve achieved anything worthy of boasting in this life, yet. But the truth is, there is more than one’s truth. 

The truth we were taught to believe in, and the truth we grow into.

This year became the year of unlearning. 

As I loosened my grip on the expectations I learned to place on myself, and the ones placed on me, life began to move differently.

Life shifts its scenery and I take my place again and again. The universe sets up the mise en scène in all its intricate details, in its own time.

The trick is to play, play life to the best of your theatrical abilities, and let the rest unfold.

To play is to try on versions of yourself without punishment, without fear. To give yourself permission to be fluid, evolving, unpredictable.

In the meanwhile, find your audience or let them find you. But play honestly. Play for yourself. 

Because the audience will applaud anyway, rest assured. They came with their flowers ready, no matter the ending act. They came for you.

So thank you for coming and being a part of my truth.

Because in the end, to be yourself is all that you can do. 

And this is me, taking my bow.

With love, 

Yagmur

Until next year.