Popped Corns

I was just having coffee with a friend. He was telling me the opinion of an older east german man he knew about communism. He asked that man once whether he preferred the situation post-communist era. Expecting a positive answer, my friend was surprised when the old man told him:
The situation is like that: under the Communist system no one could say a word about the president, but i had the luxury to come up to my boss and bitch about her/him to her/his face! Today, i fear my boss more than i care about the president...and i see my boss EVERYDAY.

And he made an interesting link to political systems and power...

Walking back home, i kept on thinking about power, powerful men, powerful women, powerful people, powerful tools, powerful systems, powerful words...thinking of all those people that exerted some kind of power over my well-being over those 26 years...

Arrived home...packed my baggages for Istanbul tomorrow. then i did some popcorn. while waiting for the corns to pop, the thought came back. i related each corn to the people i ve met in my life...they all looked the same, but after i get to know them...after they enter my life...they pop out completely different and not one looks like the other.

there is this seed that pops up first. and i related it to my parents. my first encounter with power. u cant do this...u cant do that...its the popcorn that pops the most. their power affects us at different stages in our life, but its the popped corn that rests first.
other few follow...our teachers...mentors...bosses...friends...pop in pop out.
there is few seeds that burn along the way...some still taste good. but some are toxic. those are the people that put so much pressure on us, some making us better people, some leaving a wound and a bad taste behind.
there is some corns that pop only once, but a full pop. these are the people that come is so powerfully into my life. came in so quickly and left this huge impact on me without knowing why. its so weird the feeling they leave behind. the emptiness they keep us in...and it takes a bit before the next one pops.
some pop half a pop. they re tricky those ones. u still eat them. but they drop to the end of the bowl. u think they went un-noticed. but when u eat it u have a hard time cracking it and it might hurt ur teeth. those are the people u underestimated. the ones u let go, only to find them there at the end of the road. underestimating their power is not good indeed.
and there is the ones that did not pop at all. they go unnoticed... inedible. they get thrown. never get the chance to enter our life or add any taste to it...and i thought...had it popped, how would it look like? would it pop many times? would it burn? would it crack my teeth?
but there is this one seed. only one...when it pops, it produces the loudest sound among other pops. after that, popping slow drastically down till no more popping is heard. that s ME...my seed...my life...my power...when ready to pop no other popping will matter...

enjoy ur popcorns while they pop...they re all there and their power is exerted in different many ways in preparation for the day you pop out. for if they have not popped before you, the right energy and temperature would not suffice for u to pop.

furaha x