Woe for those who embarked on any work or treatment without connection to other human being(s). He surely missed a lot.

Creating and forging deep connections with other human beings, even when we don’t know them, should be the pursuit of life. Through work of arts, through science… through love. An artist ought to create his art to create connections with humans rather than solely expressing himself, or seeking glory, or fame. A scientist works day and night over a pressing humanity problem; to connect with those human beings somewhere who shall be affected by his discovery. A writer and thinker creates thought that can reach those who doesn’t know and affect their lives and emotions.

And a love that is created inside us; enough of it being just a connection. A connection through which human feels worthwhile. What the success of the entire life would be without a connection of love. The connection that lasts even when you no longer exists.

For those looking for meanings for their work; meanings for their relationships. A connection of love is what it is. A connection to other human being(s) is the ultimate seek. It’s the warmth of life.

Sadness Unto Death

It’s when the parts of me refusing to live. And who doesn’t need a Will to Live in this life?

It’s when the emotions die from the brutal crushing of days. Of the ensuing sword of life.

It’s when the taste is gone; along with other bodily senses. When the biological becomes mere machinery.

And how not to feel sadness in a world ruled by pain at every encounter? Of the fear of days. Of the shrink of control over what happens.

No, no. That’s not even sadness. I am talking about Sadness Unto Death.

It’s when the parts of me refuse to live.

And should they live? To survive the days? To do the roles? To take care of affairs? The comedy of life…

For the sadness that is inevitable, Sadness Unto Death stands as humanly; not in the giving up to it but in the refusal to live the world that brought it to exist.

It’s when the parts of me refusing to live.