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Letters to Unseen Entities #2

𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟸𝟼, 𝟸0𝟸𝟷
𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚊,𝙴𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚊

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢,

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎! 𝙼𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗? 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚜 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙰𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙼𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝? 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚙? 𝙾𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞!

𝚂𝚘, 𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗.

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎,
𝙽𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚎

https://t.me/zworldinsidemyhead

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𝔖𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔪

𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢,
ℑ 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢,
ℑ 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢,
ℑ 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰,
ℑ 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔰,
ℑ 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔢,
ℑ 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢!
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔴, ℑ’𝔪 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩.
𝔖𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔩𝔩.

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Quest

In the quest of finding YOU,
All I can offer is-
Emptiness in my heart,
The void in my life,
Barrenness buried in my body,
Hatred for my mere existence,
And nothing in exchange of many.

Would YOU accept me, then?
The way I am-
Lost in vain,
Perished in my own poison,
Stuck in my pride,
Covered in my mud.
Would YOU love that?

If so, look for me!
Search me all over.
Since you’re hidden from me,
Couldn’t find you anywhere.
But for your eyes are everywhere,
Don’t overlook me anymore,
Find me!
For only then,
My quest will be fulfilled,
And my heart will be yours, forever!

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Simplicity

We go on and on through hard puzzles,
Complicated problems,
Tied up knots all the way.
But in the end,
All we’re looking for is-
Simple life!
Full of quietness.
No more going in maze.
Just serenity in what we do.
Living a day the way it’s supposed to.
All the hard work for one thing.
Simplicity in everything!

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𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗

𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯,
𝓘𝓷 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮!
𝓘 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝔀.
𝓑𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽!
𝓢𝓸-
𝓘 𝓱𝓲𝓭 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯
𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯, 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮.
𝓘 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹-
𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓷,
𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭.
𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯.
𝓘 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼.
𝓣𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯.
𝓣𝓸 𝓮𝔁𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓽.
𝓣𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓘 𝓹𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂!
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷, 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷-
𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻.
𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽.
𝓢𝓸, 𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰!
𝓝𝓸 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴!
𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵
𝓞𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵.
𝓝𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴
𝓣𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼, 𝓪𝓶!

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𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙾𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛!

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In Solitary with my Soul!

Put me in a solitary with my soul
Lock it on outside
Give me space and time
With my own soul
No one else around
Just me and my soul
My soul and me!

I want to listen to my soul then,
I want to caress my soul as it’s supposed to
I want to hear the music it’s playing
Intently,calmly, thoroughly.
I want to dance to every beat.

Please confine me with my soul,
To break the code of my confusion
To find the key of my treasure box.
Just lock me inside
Leave me in solitude
With my own soul!

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Tear up my eyes,
Take my mind off please!
Caress my cheek,
Fondle my jaws
Clean my face
Just as much my pain!

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May be…

May be everything is real
May be nothing is fictitious
Maybe no one lives in dreamland
May be reality is the strongest force
It hits you hard again and again

May be…


May be that’s why we hate reality
May be that’s why we hate candid people
May be that’s why we hate waking up
May be that’s why we all adore sunsets
May be- just may be!

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Read my eyes and tell me!

Read my eyes,
Tell me if I’m enraged.
Or ecstatic.

Read my eyes,
Tell me if I’m sad.
Or happy.

Read my eyes,
Tell me what you see,
Then, I’ll confirm-
Or know what I’m feeling.

But, read my eyes and –
Tell me if I’m scared.
Or numb.

Read my eyes,
Tell me if there’s life.
A little sparkle even.
Or nothing.

Read my eyes,
Just like they read palms.
Read my eyes,
As it’s a door to my soul,
And tell me what you see-
What you feel and hear.
My soul to your soul,
Let them talk!

Read my eyes,
And please tell me.
For I no longer know,
The rhythms of my soul,
On the strings of my body!

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Paint flowers in place of my scars,
Cover my shame with beauty.
Embrace me with hugs,
Fill my eyes with happy tears.
Don’t leave, cherish me instead.
Don’t give up, love me to the depth.
Your breath kept me still.
Your love made me confident.
Don’t make me lose you.
Even if I fight you to do so.

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Letters to ‘Unseen’ Entities #1

July 24, 2021
Addis Ababa,Ethiopia

Dear Loss,

As you’re one of the unseen entities that makes our life ‘life’, I want to reach out to you in one of my letters. I don’t know how to give my greetings in the form of your world’s greetings. But even though I don’t think you deserve our gratitude filled greeting, I’m just going to offer you one. How are you Mr. Loss? How is everything treating you so far? I hope everything is okay with you!

Of the many things that breaks our hearts in life, you take a huge place. Loss of money, loss of power, loss of people, loss of passion…You are everywhere. And we even consider those who came across to you multiple times as heroes in our world. I am sure you’re finding this pleasant. Your sole effect on each one of us is immense that we try to hide from you as much as possible. Sadly you’re really good at what you do.


For me, personally, I want to ignore your importance in my life. Better yet, your existence Mr. Loss. Sadly all my attempts have failed. I believe you’re way more sophisticated and mature than me. You penetrated my heart so hard, I don’t even know how to recover from that. Mr. Loss, you have done quite a job that led me to lose myself in the process.

So dear loss, I want to congratulate you on your great work you’ve done in my life. I hope, [I cannot underline this enough], I am your last achievement.

All Yours,
Nouveaupetite

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The world is EMPTY.
So am I!
In my little searching,
I couldn’t find anything
Large enough to fill the void in my heart.
May be the whole universe is hollow as they say.

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The laughter philosophy:

The Greek philosopher Democritus was always laughing and ridiculing everything, so much so that he was known as the laughing philosopher. Legend has it that he was laughing so constantly that people thought him crazy, so they took him to the father of medicine, Hippocrates, for treatment. Hippocrates sat down with Democritus to examine him and talk to him. After a long time, he came out to people with a medical diagnosis of his condition. He said that he is not crazy at all, but that his laughter is evidence that he is the most wise and serious person, and an understanding of the paradoxes and contradictions of this life.

Violence was a natural behavior in ancient times, nature is cruel and uncontrollable, resources are few, and tribes change each other, to monopolize scarce materials. In these eras anger, violence, and strength were the advantages of survival, and ferocity in killing enemies was something to be proud of. In this atmosphere we can imagine the hungry caveman laughing happy because he found his food, while his prey writhes in pain from the spear embedded in her body.

Was laughter born in such a bloody moment?
Freud believed that irony was born from the womb of cruelty, and that it was an expression of brutality and violence. We laugh at other people’s misfortunes and stumbles to make us feel okay. We laugh at people who slip in a banana peel because it’s not us. And we laugh at the hero of the embarrassing situation that the naive hero of the movie is exposed to because we are not in his place. This kind of laughter flirts with a primitive part of our minds, when laughter was an expression of aggression, cruelty and arrogance.

But the sense of humor developed with the development of civilized and psychological human being. In civilized societies it is no longer appropriate to laugh at someone who suffers and suffers. But we may do this quite comfortably if this person is fictional, such as the hero of a tale, a joke, an actor in a comic, etc., because it is not real. Today we no longer look at ridicule as the ancients did.

Sarcasm helps a person to bear pain, it leads to optimism, and optimism leads to improving immunity and endurance. When we laugh at a problem, it is no longer a frightening thing, and it is easy for us to face it and deal with it with the least possible emotional damage. Sarcasm is not an escape. Escape is to avoid thinking about it at all. While sarcasm requires an awareness of the problem, and looking at it in a way that mitigates it, so that a person can face it afterwards.

#Philosophy

Taken from; https://t.me/isolee

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Why do we have to dream big?
We don’t live in dreams, do we?
Why do we have to become someone special?
We are special anyway, aren’t we?
Why do we have to fantasize?
We do live in reality, don’t we?
Why is everything has to be certain?
When uncertainty governs our life, right?
Let’s just – LIVE!

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