Every place we go, every person we meet, every experience we go through teaches us a lesson. What happens to us is actually happens for us. So New York taught me that everything we dream is not about the place we are at. It is not about a destination. The main thing is the people we are surrounded by, how special they make us feel, their existance and the fact how lucky we are to have them in our life. If you are looking for it somewhere in the distance and travel for it far away, you may find yourself in the middle of nowhere at the place you always dreamed of without anything I just mentioned. So look around and realise that place doesnt matter, you can reach the destination and find nothing but desire to leave. New York, London, Istanbul, Baku or any other city in the world worth nothing if you don't feel happy and loved there. Destination must be that surrounding of those who cares about you, not a city. I always complain about Istanbul, the city I do not like that much but come back very often anyway. Why? The answer is simple, because of those who live there. Or Baku, our home, where everything may seem hopeless sometimes but whenever you are in trouble away from home the only thing you start to think is to go there as soon as possible. The feeling you are home and the smell of oil surprisingly ease things.
Love may die (which I refuse to belive), but I'm sure hope never does...
And sometimes people appear to be even better than you knew they were. There is beauty in this world and I'm willing to find it in every possible way.
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