I lost.
Monuments are a huge contributing proof that our country had a history and that we’re proud of it. But is it the case with human beings too? Do we protect and savour our past and be proud of it? Most of us do and each one of us expects that from everyone. Is it that important to own it all and have them as victory stories? What if I’m not comfortable in that? What if I’m still dealing with it? What if it is still there as my invisible black cloud? We’ve forgotten the meaning of space or time or life for that matter. Stop bothering me with your ‘funny’ taunts that point to my past. Or ask what’s ‘the fuss’ is all about. Do my words have any consideration now? Do you even listen to me? I’m tired of telling you same words again and again and you don’t seem to understand a bit of it. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to remember any of it. I don’t want to speak about it. I don’t want you to judge me for that. I want my history to be forgotten...