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“When you realize you can't control everything in life, there's a wonderful sense of relief, along with a sense of defeat! And now, hold on tight, my friend, in that relief of acceptance, sometimes even that uncontrollable thing comes under control—as if an invisible hand were doing you a favour! This is probably the universe's beautiful gesture in response to your acceptance of defeat!”

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Mehmet Murat Ildan
Mehmet Murat Ildan

Mehmet Murat Ildan is a renowned Turkish writer born on May 16, 1965. His works span various literary forms including novels, essays, and poetry, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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