Yanyol

Out of the mist stepped Yanyol. He didn't wear a suit or carry a briefcase; he wore a faded denim jacket and carried a small, glowing lantern.

"I need to get back to the main road!" Selim shouted. "I'm losing time!" yanyol

"Time doesn't exist on the side road," Yanyol replied. "Here, we only have the journey." The Lesson of the Margin Out of the mist stepped Yanyol

Selim returned to the city, but he was different. He drove slower. He looked at the margins. And every once in a while, when the pressure of the "Main Road" became too much, he would take a deliberate turn onto a quiet frontage road, hoping to catch a glimpse of the lantern-light and the boy who taught him that life isn't just about how fast you go, but what you see along the way. "I'm losing time