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Anatomy of an Epicurean Solitude: IX Zorba, The Unknown

The thickness of air is caused by the heaviness of dreams; tears vapoured into the forms of clouds vanish into the same thick air. I haven’t ever enjoyed the beauty of night like this. Removed from the shades of family care and protection, love and company of strangers, I live in the land of events where dreams are born or carried to and died or buried. Living life alone, meeting my needs and taming them and myself is a great adventure I’ve ever set out for. It is good to be here. I learn things fast and the way I meet people fascinates me, they are happening to me. I see that same thick air floating over their head; it rains in their minds unconditionally feastings their body and soul. They are all happy. They are happy. This strange land makes them something else. The memories and thoughts of their loved ones, dreams they make into reality, struggles they turn into happiness, make them monumental men. They survive and make the possible.


Life is a cocktail. A perfect mixture of love, lust, pain, ecstasy, loss, fall, rise, victory, failure, rage, peace, hunger, anger, thirst… and death. Living life and feeling is the foremost of everything in our lives. So do you live your life and feel it? Feel the pain and happiness; staying happy even in your pain is not a great thing because pain is also to be felt as pain. It is good to know the feeling of pain. There’s no point in staying happy that others may feel good about you. Feel your life as it comes, like cry when you want to cry, go crazy when it happens to you, and go lonely when you want to be. So go.  We are humans. We are designed in a magnificent way that we may transform into superhuman.  We create everything out of nothing. Look at us, how beautiful, special, and unique are we. So unique! Soul is the most beautiful of everything because it is single cell energy particle, so sensitive and powerful in atomic level. Our life is a concentrated atomic energy. We are atoms!

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