The Nighty almighty night, always been a source of absurd and dark thoughts, moulded by some sort of natural mystic, giving a great internal inspiration, and strangely arousing an inapprehensible pain.
A great writer once said that great writing only comes from greater inner pain, a way of telling that our deepest and ugliest experiences make unique stories and forges the mind and written expressions to be more outrageous and magnificently shocking, with small peaks of happiness that reminds us that life was worth living for those particular moments of joy.
And speaking of pain and suffering, I have always been attached to that ancient mystical Japanese culture, not only for being one of the richest ones on earth, but also because it was particularly built on an ethical tradition so patriotic, so painful, yet so representative of the beauty of death.
Often called the “Seppuku” which means the cut, the Hara-kiri is undoubtedly the most beautiful way to die.
Why all this negativity and pessimism and death speech would you ask me, but believe me, pain cannot be erased if you don’t get used to it and apprehend its taste, change it to potential glory, turn into your holy grail and force it into an apotheosis of satisfaction for your own sake.
Furthermore, it is eventual that no great soul in this world has ever tasted the ultimate salvation without getting through this harsh world’s martyrdom: How would have Jesus been recognised if he wasn’t crucified for god’s will? How would have Mohammed been considered the most influent personality in history if he wasn’t brutally rejected by his own clan and forced to exodus ? How would we react to Ghandi if he never done any of his legendary hunger strikes? And how would the Japanese emperor be forever incised in Tokyo’s hall of fame if he never did the tremendous Hara-kiri to free his country?
Written by: Omar Jahfa