authorization

Here, politics is not a realm of ideas; it is a matter of power. Everything revolves around who can speak, who stays silent, and whose word is deemed valid. The same sentence changes meaning as it changes mouths. The same criticism is a freedom in one place and a crime in another.

But the real question is this: Why has politics intruded so deeply into my life?

Was this normal? The politics I remember was not like this. I did not feel this alienated, this much of an outsider, or this constantly on edge.

Politics has seeped into everyday life. In speaking, in silence, in thought. I found myself calculating not what I should say, but what I must not say. While wanting to live in peace, I grew weary. This exhaustion did not come from labor, but from the constant need to remain vigilant.

Here, politics is not a form of governance. It is a system of oppression that directly dictates life itself. A mechanism that determines where people stand, how much they can speak, and to what extent they are allowed to be visible.

No neutral ground remains, but there is a price for dissent. Adaptation is expected. Those who do not conform are marked as problems. Normalization becomes the most effective way of silencing.

Politics is no longer a choice. It is an unavoidable reality.

And what is most disturbing is this: what exhausts me is not politics itself, but the fact that a life without politics is no longer possible.