It has been snowing for two days. My kids listen to a Turkish cartoon song (Kukuli):
📌 It is snowing, it is snowing,
📌 In thick, fluffy flakes...
Later in the song, they sing:
📌 Autumn to summer, spring to winter,
📌 Days flowed like water...
The word “flow” struck me. What flows? Why does it flow? What happens when things stop flowing?
Rivers flow to oceans. Collected water in dams flows through turbines, generating electricity. Traffic flows, energy flows, investments attract more money.
Inside our cells, ions rush through microscopic channels, opening for only milliseconds to prevent depletion. Chemical reactions in our bodies flow in cycles, in perfect feedback loops—just like the glymphatic system clearing plaques from the brain during sleep (NIH source).
Beyond Earth, our planet flows through the galaxy, carried in an unseen current of time and space.
Emotions flow too, filling hearts and spilling into words—songs, poetry, speeches that strike a chord and ripple through generations.
The poet Necip Fazıl once wrote:
📌 Human it is, like water, flows fold by fold...
📌 Water moves down slopes, step by step,
📌 Yet my fate is to be thirsty on the slopes.
There is beauty in flow—when things move as they should. But when they don’t? Vessels clog, nerves tense, energy/idea/breakthrough generation halts. Funding cuts stall research. And I wonder, how hard is it to keep things flowing?
Maybe the only answer is this:
Let it flow. Let it flow, please.
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