Is This World Worth a Word?

I am always torturing myself by asking questions about the meaning of being alive in society. Is the world a beautiful palace for people rejoicing? Obviously, no. This is an evil world full of nastiness. Long ago, before I still kept positive toward the possibilities of becoming positive, I insisted on the belief that blessings overwhelm evil. After a long journey, trailing behind a trail of broken spirits, I realized the truth, exchanged through pain and loss.

Of course, figuring the world as a palace. Its grandeur, majesty, and gorgeous landscape underpin a stage — a luxurious stage on which humans act. How glorious the world is. How negligible the people are. When the spotlight focuses on an individual, when the lid is lifted, and when looking into a person’s real life, what I see is hopelessness, fear, and numb eyes.

That is the world — a wordless world — from an adult’s perspective. No one can hear the whispers from the depths of another’s heart, even when they are faintly and desperately exclaiming.

Time to answer the question: Is this world worth a word? Certainly! It’s worth millions of words. We have conversations, poems, and novels. We sing, we read, and we cry. By murmuring blessings for peace, we consolidate our inner mind.

I used to be a scientific determinist, believing that everything on the planet is governed by a rule, an invisible rule. It seemed to be “as long as you act, you will gain.” By pushing the world a little, your life would turn to a new chapter. I realize now that I was wrong, because there is something named in doom.

Life on the planet is filled with so much misfortune that incidental happiness becomes all the more precious and valuable. I understand this, but I haven’t become accustomed to it. Learning is hard, especially when it comes to learning about life. I try to smile at everyone I meet and bury my tears when I am alone; it’s a kind of strength. There are so many things I want to say, but I am choked with words when I open my mouth. Writing these words down will create a piece of music at the end of life. When played, it would be comparable to Symphony No. 5.

This world is worth noting and photographing. Not for everyone, but for me. It stems from my empathy towards the world and the countless words it inspires.

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