IF YOU ARE ANGRY INSIDE

For one reason or another, in the aftermath of my angry moments, my body gets tired as much as my soul does. Getting tired or wearing itself out: name it as you like it. We need to wear ourselves out, let ourselves grow old, so that new ones come along.

How high is the number of living creatures in the form of humans, disguised as humans, who are eager to be in this spotlight. They are unaware of the fact that being on stage makes you lose your human virtues and turns you into a monkey existing solely to amuse humans. Still, all the creatures who have been unable to analyze their essential nature, are sacrificed under that very spotlight.

Anger does not derive from our nature or existence, but from our eagerness to exist. What leads to anger is the deficiencies that result from the desire to realize oneself, being not happy with one’s present existence. It is a feeling produced by those who have not yet reached themselves, or who felt scared when faced with the self they have reached. If you have anger inside, you have your reasons to let yourself go. But you should know that you cannot be the one who will let yourself go, not in this life, or in any life to come.

Through the layers of the soul, the path of discovery has no end. When your sins, which you have formerly considered to be saplings, appear on your path in the form of huge plane trees, you will see that not even a small ant may find space on their shade.

How painful it is, to face the smallness of the enormous.  Cruelty does not only address the others. In fact, we are the ones who become the greatest victims of our own cruelty. Could we have lied to a single other person in the universe, as much as we have lied to our own selves? 

Writing means vomiting

In fact, I am not one of those who make great effort to sit down and write. The only thing is, maybe my perfectionism is what keeps me away from writing continuously. When the muses are finally here, they inspire a total of three or four statements to make.

Honestly speaking, I am one of those who regard writing as some sort of vomiting. One may need to vomit if and only if he/she has overeaten or in the case of actual physical sickness. If viewed as a form of spiritual vomiting, for one person to indulge in the act of writing in the actual sense of the term, that person needs to have had a higher level of experience than it is necessary or ordinary, or that very person needs to have some kind of emotional schizophrenia .

You must be leading the lives you are not actually leading, in order to let your pen pour them down on the paper.  You must be able to be in everyone’s shoes, take hold of everyone’s spirit, with a really fast pace, even crosswise.

Writing is the time of your life when you have the chance to come face to face with and talk to the other personalities inside you. These are the only real moments when you get rid of your masks. 

WHOEVER YOU ARE

Pleasure and fear. These two emotions are the ones that trigger our decisions, which are either made deliberately or impulsively. This means that if you are about to take action concerning any issue, your action will eventually result in getting pleasure from what you are doing, or relieving the fear inside and getting rid of it at the end of it all. 

Therefore, in case someone around me treats me or another person in a way that I cannot figure out, I try to answer the question whether there is pleasure or fear underneath that sort of behavior. If that person exhibits such unfavorable behavior due to a certain fear, I give them a chance and may try to understand.  Sometimes my friends ask me how I can be so understanding despite the negative behavior I have encountered. They lack the ability to see that person’s fears lying underneath. For me, it is unfavorable to punish a person who actually fears.

However, in case there exists a sort of pleasure underneath that sort of behavior, and in case some people are harmed by this, that person “must be terminated immediately”: you may leave them where they are and exclude them from your personal life. The wall they view as transparent turns into one that is solid concrete.

Do you know what really intrigues me? In primitive societies, people could easily treat others badly, or give them harm by oppressing them just for the sake of pleasure. However, in today’s world, whoever oppresses others mostly do this due to their fears. Now, shall we feel happy because humankind have gotten rid of its sadistic tendencies or lament the fact that it has tumbled into a life led in herds, without any self confidence at all?

This issue is deeper than it seems, so I will be discussing it in more detail in the long run. Let us face our fears, for there is no one amongst us who does not have any. Whoever you are.