Times Without Rosa

I'm Roza! While trying to escape from loneliness and grief, I encountered the truth. I followed myself, stumbling. I caught myself on the brink of this journey that filled a part of my life and would shape my entire life. It took me a long time to clear my clouded mind. There was a long road between the thoughts I had and my truth, deepened over the years. To set off towards eternity by pushing all the worries of life aside, but to live under the sharp whip of fears at every step or with a fear like the Sword of Damocles over your head; It was a difficult and painful journey. Because people are afraid of the truth or frightening facts are created in people's minds...

The truth is naked... It is sharp... And it does not miss!

Facts are like walking on a well-sharpened sword. It burns like fire. He melts those who reach him with his love, and makes those who turn away half way tired of his life; It is difficult and laborious to reach it. It requires great effort, effort and patience. It does not forgive the twitching of the eyes, the ebb and flow of the soul, the trembling, and the hesitation. He slaps her right in the middle of her face. Sometimes it requires dedication like a disciple, sometimes it requires being as clear as the sun. Because searching for yourself and questioning who you are is as difficult as going out alone in the battle arena.

Not from abstract facts, not from mysticism; I'm talking about the identity journey that has been kept from me like a secret and only its rotten shroud remains.

Your identity is your history!