“In It What Is In It”
“I said, ‘Show me a fear without hope, or a hope without fear.’”
— Fihi ma Fihi, Rumi
In my eyes, the joy of entering life comes with fear and pain. From childhood, the instruments of imaginary pleasures remain alone, die, and fall into pieces; thus, the experience of pleasure and the concept of inexistence repeat themselves until the moment of the joy of death. Death and destruction become the nature of our fears. It is as though our fears compensate for life’s each passing moment.