In this book, I want to share my own thoughts—things that have happened to me, or experiences that, in one way or another, all of us go through. From time to time, I'll also include interesting bits of knowledge that catch my attention.
I'm not writing these pages to prove anything, nor to show something to someone, as some might assume. I have no intention of appearing smart or superior. I was simply thinking about certain topics, and then a question came to mind:
Why not write these thoughts down ?
If, in the future, I realize that some of these ideas were wrong, I'll be happy to see how much I've changed and grown closer to the truth. And if I find that they were right… then I'll smile and think, "I was right after all."
In short—writing is a beautiful thing.
I'll try to write about topics that might be interesting to me—and maybe to others as well—whenever I have time, or whenever a thought crosses my mind.
The first thing that comes to mind is a small incident that happened yesterday.
Someone younger than me—let's call them X—approached me with a piece of paper and a pen.
"Let's write down the things we like," they said.
Foods, activities, movies, colors, countries, cities…
Writing these things wasn't difficult at all. After all, a person knows what they like… right?
But then came the real question.
"Write down a color you don't like."
I paused.
It was the first time anyone had ever asked me that.
It felt… strange.
People usually ask what we like—not what we dislike.
I thought about it for a moment.
The truth is, I had never really considered a color I disliked.
For a second, I almost said black. But then I realized something—on days when I don't wear white, black takes its place.
So saying "I don't like black" would have been unfair to it.
In the end… I couldn't answer the question.
I knew my favorite color.
It was white.
But a color I disliked…
Maybe the issue wasn't just about colors.
Why does a person dislike something in the first place?
Let's think about it through colors.
Does a person dislike other colors because they love one?
Or do they dislike them simply because they are different from the one they love?
Maybe… we just don't like what is different.
Maybe we move forward with the things that feel closer to us.
At that moment, a quote from a genius came to my mind.
I don't know how connected it is, but I still want to share it:
"In every mistake of the people we love, we look for something right…
and in every right of the people we dislike, we search for something wrong."
Does this way of thinking relate to colors?
Honestly… I don't know.
But if you ask me, I don't think I truly dislike any color.
Because, when needed, I find beauty in each of them.
Even so… my favorite will remain white.
Interestingly, my favorite color used to be blue.
But over time, it changed.
White, for some reason, gives me a sense of freshness, cleanliness… and a kind of calm energy.
Anyway, enough about colors.
There is also the idea of "the most"—
your favorite, your least favorite…
This question is often asked when it comes to movies:
"What's your favorite movie?"
"What's your least favorite?"
To be honest, I don't have "the mosts."
I either like a movie… or I don't.
I don't like ranking things.
It feels tiring—and somehow, unfair.
Another common question is about "lucky" and "unlucky" numbers.
For me, neither exists.
I've never believed that success or failure is connected to a number or a symbol.
How could it be?
Isn't success—or failure—dependent on effort, environment, and countless other factors?
What role could numbers possibly play?
Let's say you start something believing a certain number will bring you luck—and in the end, you succeed.
Was it really the number?
Or was it your effort?
We all know the answer.
You believed in that number so strongly that it motivated you.
You worked harder.
And in the end… success followed.
Then you connected that success to the number.
Honestly, I don't mind that.
Because if a belief pushes you to work harder and stay determined… then there's no harm in using it.
There's also one of my favorite scientists—someone I deeply admire: Nikola Tesla.
He is said to have claimed:
"If you knew the magnificence of 3, 6, and 9, you would have the key to the universe."
Though… he might not have actually said it.
It could just be a myth.
To be honest, I don't fully understand what it means either.
I've just heard it somewhere—and wanted to leave a note here.
Maybe I'll write more about Tesla in future chapters.
In general, I can say this:
In life, we should try to stay close to the things we like and enjoy.
Because those things make us feel better… stronger… more alive.
To anyone reading this, I wish you a beautiful and successful life.
I don't even know if I'll ever show these writings to someone.
But still… I wanted to write.
It's almost six in the morning.
The sun is rising.
It's time to sleep.
Good night… dear reader.