Before the Sun Rises

When people look back on their childhood, certain things remain clear: early beginnings, and the moments when they learned to grow up on their own.

Sometimes life starts before the sun rises. Responsibilities knock on the door early. In those moments, a person learns to manage on their own—to get ready, to wait, to carry on.

But loneliness is not always what it seems. Sometimes, small invisible traces accompany us. A note, a short sentence, an unexpected reminder… little signs that whisper what we might need throughout the day, leaving behind a quiet warmth. They teach us that distance is not always a barrier—that love can reach us even without physical presence.

As people grow, they begin to understand something else: not everyone loves the same way, or expresses themselves the same way. Some show their feelings openly; others carry them within. Someone who appears distant or rigid on the outside may hold a far deeper world within. But not everyone finds the language to express it.

Sometimes, that language becomes writing.

Writing is another form of what cannot be said. It is where what builds up inside finds its way out—a space where meaning and form complete one another. Perhaps that's why, for some, writing is not a choice but a familiar path.

Whenever speaking becomes difficult, writing takes over. A person writes to themselves. Their anger, their hurt, their joy… And more often than not, as they write, they begin to settle. Emotions lose their sharpness and give way to a quieter balance.

But in time, another truth becomes clear: not everything belongs on paper. Some feelings need to be spoken directly. Some wounds only find meaning when they reach the person they belong to. And some forms of love remain incomplete if they are kept inside.

People change. Not by becoming someone entirely different, but not by staying the same either. They may still swing to extremes at times, yet most of the time they search for balance—neither too little nor too much, neither only taking nor only giving.

Love, however, is the most difficult of all. There, control begins to fade. A person starts to live from whatever is true at their core, beyond what they thought they knew.

And more often than not, they still give too much.