Verily I tell you, life is suffering and pain, and it has never been otherwise. In every corner and buzzing of your comfort, and in every period of your life a tremendous effort to avoid suffering if you can. From here, you have nothing but crying and wailing with the effort until you die, or laughing in the face of suffering mockingly, and rest assured unnecessarily or justified, and not to take it seriously : Marcus Aurelius
Many people say: we certainly are evil beings who continually gain immense suffering, do not know our brutality and our greed for any limits, our minds are capricious and out of our control, and no one passes by existence without harm, and every bad day until the worst happens in the end Can. The only ones able to smile in the midst of this horror show are those who are still innocent, or severely deluded.
Nevertheless, one of the strangest conclusions that we reach, after we are satisfied with all kinds of atrocity, is that there may be some way to live free of mind in the midst of disasters, not because we do not know about unjustified pain, miserable mistakes, and turmoil in everything, but rather Because we know! Because we know all this well and are satisfied with despair. A challenging stand against the difficulties that gain energy from talking about them and full knowledge of them.
This is the laugh that comes, not when a person has never cried, but when a person has cried for years, when every sweet hope has been run over, when a person has committed grave mistakes and paid their price for it repeatedly, and when a person decides to end the matter completely, but has decided At the last minute he continues, not for anything he expects of himself, not because he adheres to any belief in a good standard of life, but because a person - amid this show of badness - cannot help but notice that the sky is cheerful blue, and that there is a piece of music for Bach that he has not yet heard , And that a child clings to his mother's hand and asks her how ducks sleep at night. So in spite of everything, from loneliness, shame, scandal, self-loathing, and certainty that the pain is not over yet, man turns towards the light and utters a revolutionary and stubborn word of “yes” to the universe (which he will not care about).
Sometimes people try in good faith to encourage people to rejoice, by telling them that they are beautiful, that they deserve all the good, that there is something divine within them. Thanks to these efforts, but for the rest of us there may be another way which does not depend on emotional sedatives, but rather on staring in the dark and refusing to terrify us. We may build ourselves by accepting elegantly that we are, naturally and without discussion, extremely foolish, that others are grotesque, and that things go very well only rarely ... but we will continue anyway. We will become humans who understand that arranging chairs on the surface of Titanic was not a waste of time, because of the good image that the band will appear, and because of the little time remaining before the icy waters begin to climb into the black panties, and because of how much it was necessary for these last fun tones to sound off Resounding in the serenity of that polar night.
Naivety does not lie behind this pattern of mindlessness. Rather, it comes from documenting every kind of misery, and then bypassing it. We can observe the distinction in this approach by comparing two masterpieces, one for Valquequez drawn in 1632, depicting the most important and gloomy moment in the history of Christianity, and the other for Monty Python in 1979, depicting the crucifixion of an ordinary person with great determination not to bemoan his worth.
Asquise is a tragic old one, but Monty Python's ending song deals with the issue of death on a cross proudly and represents it from the angle of laughter: "Life is ugly if you reflect on it." Instead of us being overwhelmed with feelings of sadness, the situation abounds with cynicism and is extremely committed to rejecting depression even at death: “Always look at the luminous side of life .. bend your lips and whistle.”
This reluctance strategy insists on confronting depression, and then tightening it through stinging droughts. In the Middle Ages, death row people usually appeared to turn to the public and tell humor about their condition. Commenting on the humor of the disciples' humor of the guillotine, Freud told of a man who drove at dawn to the guillotine and said: "Well, this is a good start to the day, no doubt." Another aristocrat in the French Revolution and on his way to cut his throat, looked at the guillotine and its complex parts and said: “Are you sure it is safe?” Instead of giving in to the public eye on both sides staring at the truth, the comic insisted the course to death that he would not shut up in the face of the truth. They rolled up their arms, grabbed reality in stubbornness, then removed the poison needle through humor.
Actual mindset begins with a person accepting that he is completely irrelevant in the universe: nothing we have done, said, or thought about is important in any way. It is the massive myths of the ego that give us the impression that we matter, and then torment us because we are not important enough. Moreover, no one will ever understand us enough or love us as it should, and this is not a personal curse, but an irony fact of nature, which we will be better off if we stop resisting it and feeling let down by it. Everything we want will either not happen or it will not be satisfactory enough when it happens. We have to stop crying as if any of that was important or as if there was a better way. We have to pity ourselves and take another path. Things never seem reasonable. So let's surprise ourselves with irresponsible laughter, the kind that may take a lifetime to master.