This Thing Called Life

It was a gloomy autumn morning. The howling wind wouldn’t let him sleep, no matter how hard he tried to close his eyes…

Ah, youth! How hard it was to wake up back then. I used to plead with my mother just to stay in bed a little longer.

“Now I have the time, I have the means, but even if I want to, I just can’t sleep” he murmured to himself.

He turned to the right, then the left. He still couldn’t sleep. He sat up in bed. “It is better to get up” he said.

After losing his wife, Nurten, things had gotten even harder for Ali. We used to have fun, joke around, laugh and sometimes had quarells… “Time will pass” he thought silently. He took his morning medication and had breakfast. It was hard to make it to noon.

To drown out his inner voice, he made a habit of going to the children’s park every afternoon. He tried to suppress the silence of the house—and the longing for his wife—with the sounds of the outside world. Watching children run, listening to their excited voices brought comfort to Uncle and comfort to his loneliness.

He spent at least two hours a day at the park. “If only I were a kid again, with today’s knowledge” he mused. “If I could start over from scratch with this experience… wow.”

He let out a deep sigh. People always say they’ll live and learn, but life isn’t long enough for all of it. “Youth feels like it slipped through my fingers just yesterday.”

With children’s laughter outside and sighs from within, he completed his two hours at the park for the day. He picked up some bread and headed home, carrying the longing in his heart and the noise in his mind.

Isn’t this what most of us do? We forget the reality of death. We assume life will never end. But a moment comes when we bury our loved ones in the ground. Finally face the truth that our own life will end one day too.

So why don’t we learn from that? Why do we insist on learning everything the hard way? Life is limited. The poet who said “At thirty-five, one is halfway through life” passed away at forty-six. Instead of learning by living, maybe we should live by learning while we still have time.

Human nature says: Let me learn for myself. Let me make mistakes, fall and get up again, walk this road of life on my own.

But that’s not always possible. Some lessons come with too great a price. Some losses are irreplaceable. Sometimes, there’s so much left to do but not enough time.

Life is a gift with a clear beginning and end.

The Experiential Design Methodology offers an approach based on real, lived experiences. It presents a science that teaches how to live with the least loss and the greatest comfort—before it's too late.

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