Looking back at the millennium after 22 years

Since the 2000s began, almost all self-help books (or the majority of which have been defined as self-improvement) they have always imposed on people: you are the most important thing, there is no one better than you, you are valuable, discover your own strength, turn to yourself, question yourself, heal yourself. ..
Well, everything is great! So everyone turned to themselves.

So, what happened to those around us while everyone was turning to themselves?
What happened to our love?
What happened to our solidarity, sensitivity, and unity?

Let me say; they have rotted, degenerated, and fallen victim to this modern age of speed.

If there was a list of the most popular terminology of this age, the trauma would certainly not leave its place at the top of the list.

Our relationships are molded by terms like narcissistic individuals, mansplaining, love-bombing, avoidant attachment, and many more. It was scrutinized, studied, and ultimately executed. The people had a great sense of restlessness that they could not leave behind.

As a result of searches, new enthusiasms, and rapid consumption, we have a huge cemetery of relationships and friendships.
Because the most important thing is ourselves!!
The lover was abandoned, and the loved one was frightened and fled. We clung to each other desperately with our sick and incomplete states, the healed went away, and the unhealed were doomed to start over.
A cruel age.

The love and affection we felt not only for our partners, but also for our relatives, friends, and other creatures in nature transformed and were perceived as something malicious, morbid, and malignant. Sometimes people said to each other ‘don’t love me that much. In conclusion, who is happy now?
Who is ok?
Who is healthy?
Who is at peace when their head hits the pillow?

We should always say, ‘Let them forget us in a Jane Austen novel’. I don’t like the moodiness, lovelessness, and unkindness of this age. I don’t like people being rude and ruthless towards each other. I do not like to be judged and hanged on purity, cleanliness, and good feelings.

But unfortunately, we have come to such an age. Unfortunately, together we will continue to see people kill love and compassion with their bare hands. I will continue to write about their lateness, silent dreams, failures, and lost loves, not for myself (!), but for someone’s healing.

I think it’s a way of shouting that you are not alone.