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What are the things that prevent you from making your life more meaningful and valuable?

I cannot ignore the fact that we have a lot of difficulties in many issues in the current conditions of our country. The cost of living makes us all unhappy. It prevents us from living a quality life.

But it is also a fact that there are many people who have money but live meaningless and worthless lives.

Therefore, the "meaningful and valuable life" I want to talk about here has little to do with money.

There can be very small things that make our lives meaningful and valuable.

We can be happy and rise from tiny things. As long as we want it.

I have also thought a lot about what prevents me from making my life more valuable and meaningful.

I have thought a lot.

I thought long and hard.

I found dozens of reasons and listed them to myself.

Then I realised that none of them belong to me.

They are all out of me.

There are invisible threads connecting them only to me.

Some are very thick, some are very thin, some are elastic, some are hard.

When I looked at what these strings are, I realised that most of them are the strings of my values.

The threads of my beliefs I carry. Strings of my prejudices.

And many of them are the strings of my emotions.

In other words, the strings belonging to me.

I have one end of the strings.

It is in my hands to tighten, loosen and even break these strings.

I can make the strings tangled or I can arrange them in rows.

I can pull and tighten them or release and loosen them.

I can even pull and pull and suddenly let go.

So there is only one thing that prevents me from making my life more meaningful and valuable;

and that is myself!

While writing these lines, I remembered the words I wrote a few years ago and I liked them very much.

A new year is not new unless you are renewed.

Now ask yourself "which strings will you play with in the new year to make your life more meaningful and valuable?"

I wish everyone a beautiful year in which they will achieve the change they desire.

With love and respect,

Bozkurt Cendey