A Poem Rumi Forgot to Complete

 And then ...   There must be something missing - a void - for it is necessary.  The melancholy of man  can't  be described  by someone who has fulfilled all his desires. The grief, the emptiness, the bleakness is nothing but an artist's perspective. All those great  artists,  the world has ever  produced,  had to go through something ineffable. What if there was no pain? What if there was no grief? What if there was no sadness? Don't you think how empty the world could have been?  The darkness of life makes a man ponder over everything.  I know,  I know it is absurd, I know life has no meaning, everything is meaningless, there is no purpose of life  and  we are lost because we are trying to make sense of  everything,  when there is nothing but an infinite despair. Every decision is a decision against something else. You step into the shoes of rebellion and leave the conformist behaviour. But, then agai...

I died today. Or yesterday or maybe that day when I realized nothing made sense anymore. But I died. How  did I  die? I don't know.  But,  why  did I  die?  Sigh. The list is long , don't you think?   Maybe,  your words killed me.  Maybe,  that day, you said something that pierced into my ears, tearing my eardrums  apart,  and losing my hearing abilities.  Or maybe, that  day,  when father showed his disappointment in me, making me feel like a cockroach - naah, not a cockroach but something more disgusting, like an insect who  cannot  do anything except be a burden on others.  Or  maybe,  that  day,  when my mother scolded me for being too needy, killing all my emotions, feelings, and passions.  Oh, no  honey . I couldn't die possibly because of these things.  I was  tougher  than that.  Then what killed me? Now, when I recall, I don't remember...

Shadows of the Soul Something new happened. Something that had never happened before– that he had never imagined happening before.  He wanted to kill someone.  For the first time in his life, he wanted to kill someone– it was the millionth wrong thing he’d ever wanted to do to someone else, but before this time, this day, it had never been death. He needed someone else’s death, now, suddenly, to bring him satisfaction.  For the millionth time in his life, the devil in him was winning. That was it, of course. It wasn’t him, not really him – the man, himself, he would never truly want to do a thing like that. Like any of these things. He was a good man, after all.  "It’s the devil, I am sure. It’s him . He makes me do these things," he sobbed. Into the mirror, so that he could see himself sobbing and be sure that he wasn’t evil.  Just as quickly, though, he turned on himself. "But the devil does not exist! Nothing exists!-- and nothing matters! I am the only one w...

Existential Crisis and Blurring of Self A nihilist must not be finding self but we all are experiencing existential crisis. When the meaning of life and self are not clear, we entangle ourselves in webs of disbelief, in puzzles of finding our pieces one by one by discovering our true selves. Let's start! Existential Crisis: How do I see myself This was not the article I intended to post this week, but I changed my mind. The main question is why? Because I realized people can never understand each other. Everything, every opinion, every perspective is different. There are thousands of versions of ourselves. Some people judge me based on my writings, and my posts on Instagram and other social media platforms. My family calls me crazy since I am the most comfortable with them and do the things that no one else can do. My friends see me as someone who is an introvert and so on. How do I see myself? At this point in life, I would say nothing. It has become a story of existential crisis....

Absurdism vs Nihilism  I can no longer use nihilism because nihilism is the last stage of pessimism. So I found a relatively less controversial label - absurdism. Why would I pay attention to this? The logic is simple, my readers were not happy with me being a nihilist.  To some extent, if both are studied logically, convey the same meaning. However, they told me to relinquish nihilism. You see, the world, won't let you freely label yourself. Nihilism was something more depressive, then what is absurdism. Google says it is philosophy that believes the universe is meaningless. In the first place, I had no problem with the universe. I don't care whether the universe should be more meaningful. I had raised questions only about the creation of Adam and myself.   What I think is that my life is meaningless. By embracing absurdism, I would be a nihilist for everything. But it does not matter. Embracing absurdism I don't mind a galaxy moving away or moving towards one anot...