PHILOSOPHY OF PAINPHILOSOPHY OF PAIN
“With my beloved I play the game of love.
If I win, he is mine.
If I lose, I am his.”
– Amir Khusrau
“people always talk about the investment of emotions.” he said and looked at me for a response so that he can continue with his newly introduced topic.
“Yes they do, indeed” I said with my greatest affirmative gesture.
“So how do they do that?” he wasn’t curious at all when he asked that. He just want me to expose my business secrets! Played well.
“Basically or primitively homo sapiens are selfish. They haven’t given even a bone of freshly hunted buffalo to someone for free. They have always attached a condition along with it. It can be anything. A gesture of sisterhood that can be useful in the future when your tribe is attacked by a wildfire, another tribe or famine. We don’t do anything to anyone for free. Even philanthropists do it for their worshiped kindness; or for their own mental satisfaction. See nobody can stay away from the selfishness. That’s something deeply scribbled in our DNA.” I stopped.
“so?”
“Love is an act of supreme selfishness. Nobody was selfless in love – alive or dead. Everyone has a well established plan in love. They are simply executing it when day passes. It’s like a war. You are entering in to the forefront with a bunch of tactics. You know there will be bloodshed. And you are there to protect yourself from the attack. See, nobody wants to be hurt in this battle. Or you can be less hurt than the other party. The less you hurt the more you win, like any other war.”
“But the structure has significantly changed over the years”
“Yes it did. The war became business in the modern world. But the primitive principle remains as the same – less investment, less lose. the person with rickety tactics will fail for sure. It’s a game of emotions. If you want to pull off, you need to give your best shot when the situation demands, like buying or selling a stock in the stock market. It is all about the timing.”
“But still we are the people who invested more, always”
“Rickety tactics! Knowledge will not save you. If it does, I would have been a millionaire who play with profit.”
“Equal investment would work” He said bluntly.
“In love – the problem is – you will never know that your business is no longer your business. Sometimes the other party buys everything from you at least a one percentage of share just to make you unequal at the end. But you will never know until you hit a rock bottom.”
“Everyone needs profit” He was disappointed by the capitalist model of love economy.
“No. When you love someone, you know from somewhere that this person can cause pain too. We are afraid of abysmal pain. That is the reason of our infidelity. So people choose less pain. Pain has always played a minimalistic philosophy- less is more; and unbearable.”
“Less pain it is”
“Less pain and no gain it is”
“I would love to live with a collapsed business empire then”
“Like every overrated love story?”
“Like every overrated love story” he echoed, and turned to me “what will you say to your business partner next time?”
“With my beloved I play the game of love. If I win, he is mine. If I lose, I am his.” Amir Khusrau answered his question.
“Fair game!”
“Fair game it is” I echoed and we chuckled!
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“With my beloved I play the game of love.
If I win, he is mine.
If I lose, I am his.”
– Amir Khusrau
“people always talk about the investment of emotions.” he said and looked at me for a response so that he can continue with his newly introduced topic.
“Yes they do, indeed” I said with my greatest affirmative gesture.
“So how do they do that?” he wasn’t curious at all when he asked that. He just want me to expose my business secrets! Played well.
“Basically or primitively homo sapiens are selfish. They haven’t given even a bone of freshly hunted buffalo to someone for free. They have always attached a condition along with it. It can be anything. A gesture of sisterhood that can be useful in the future when your tribe is attacked by a wildfire, another tribe or famine. We don’t do anything to anyone for free. Even philanthropists do it for their worshiped kindness; or for their own mental satisfaction. See nobody can stay away from the selfishness. That’s something deeply scribbled in our DNA.” I stopped.
“so?”
“Love is an act of supreme selfishness. Nobody was selfless in love – alive or dead. Everyone has a well established plan in love. They are simply executing it when day passes. It’s like a war. You are entering in to the forefront with a bunch of tactics. You know there will be bloodshed. And you are there to protect yourself from the attack. See, nobody wants to be hurt in this battle. Or you can be less hurt than the other party. The less you hurt the more you win, like any other war.”
“But the structure has significantly changed over the years”
“Yes it did. The war became business in the modern world. But the primitive principle remains as the same – less investment, less lose. the person with rickety tactics will fail for sure. It’s a game of emotions. If you want to pull off, you need to give your best shot when the situation demands, like buying or selling a stock in the stock market. It is all about the timing.”
“But still we are the people who invested more, always”
“Rickety tactics! Knowledge will not save you. If it does, I would have been a millionaire who play with profit.”
“Equal investment would work” He said bluntly.
“In love – the problem is – you will never know that your business is no longer your business. Sometimes the other party buys everything from you at least a one percentage of share just to make you unequal at the end. But you will never know until you hit a rock bottom.”
“Everyone needs profit” He was disappointed by the capitalist model of love economy.
“No. When you love someone, you know from somewhere that this person can cause pain too. We are afraid of abysmal pain. That is the reason of our infidelity. So people choose less pain. Pain has always played a minimalistic philosophy- less is more; and unbearable.”
“Less pain it is”
“Less pain and no gain it is”
“I would love to live with a collapsed business empire then”
“Like every overrated love story?”
“Like every overrated love story” he echoed, and turned to me “what will you say to your business partner next time?”
“With my beloved I play the game of love. If I win, he is mine. If I lose, I am his.” Amir Khusrau answered his question.
“Fair game!”
“Fair game it is” I echoed and we chuckled!
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Closer.
And you will never know if the moment has passed you by.
In a second, your life is altered.
Having inhaled him, you crave a bit more. Him resting his hand on yours, tucking your hair behind your ears. A slight pinch on the nose. But you're still not scared. You look at yourself in the mirror and think that this won't leave you scarred because it doesn't have the audacity to. A gentle nudge. An arm around your waist. Your head on his shoulder. You remove the glasses he wears and look at him. Really look at him. And then you smile your most reassuring of smiles. He whispers something in your ear.
And then, a slip happens. A blur.
Your head falls back a little and it escapes your throat recklessly,the feeling of waves crashing against your throat. And it echoes throughout the house. You are damned. Everything shatters.
Everything changes.
You stop. Your hand frantically reaches your mouth. Too late. The echoes claw at your skin and you're scarred.
Your life is altered in a second.
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And you will never know if the moment has passed you by.
In a second, your life is altered.
Having inhaled him, you crave a bit more. Him resting his hand on yours, tucking your hair behind your ears. A slight pinch on the nose. But you're still not scared. You look at yourself in the mirror and think that this won't leave you scarred because it doesn't have the audacity to. A gentle nudge. An arm around your waist. Your head on his shoulder. You remove the glasses he wears and look at him. Really look at him. And then you smile your most reassuring of smiles. He whispers something in your ear.
And then, a slip happens. A blur.
Your head falls back a little and it escapes your throat recklessly,the feeling of waves crashing against your throat. And it echoes throughout the house. You are damned. Everything shatters.
Everything changes.
You stop. Your hand frantically reaches your mouth. Too late. The echoes claw at your skin and you're scarred.
Your life is altered in a second.
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#mk
My legs were trembling, breath was short , the rush of adrenaline had long left my body, I was standing there in that dark alley, ossified by terror. The fear was enough to lose the grip of the bloody knife that I held tight in my right hand. The clincking sound of the knife touching the floor echoed in the empty alley of the rather quiet street of Seoul. What just happened...I killed a person. I just…killed a human being. The blood of my victim, whom I didn't even know, shone in my palm lines and embedded in my nails, as I observed my trembling hands under the lone street-light out of the alley, and I felt as if it would erode my whole self. I tried to shake off the feeling by wiping my hands off my clothes.. but it was all in vain.
"You did a good job, for a first timer" snickered a quiet voice as it shook my whole self, and I felt a paper envelope being pushed in my bloody hands. "Here is your reward, Ah and don't worry about the trash, the cleaners will clean the mess. Just don't create such a mess next time", Fox whispered rather too close to my ear and surprisingly nonchalantly , and left the shocked me to myself. Fox as his mates called him was as par to his reputation and name…fox. I peered inside the envelope as I counted the amount promised. Should I have thanked him? Why would I? I knew this would happen, I knew that they would want me to kill someday. After all, I am just a slave dog to them…
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My legs were trembling, breath was short , the rush of adrenaline had long left my body, I was standing there in that dark alley, ossified by terror. The fear was enough to lose the grip of the bloody knife that I held tight in my right hand. The clincking sound of the knife touching the floor echoed in the empty alley of the rather quiet street of Seoul. What just happened...I killed a person. I just…killed a human being. The blood of my victim, whom I didn't even know, shone in my palm lines and embedded in my nails, as I observed my trembling hands under the lone street-light out of the alley, and I felt as if it would erode my whole self. I tried to shake off the feeling by wiping my hands off my clothes.. but it was all in vain.
"You did a good job, for a first timer" snickered a quiet voice as it shook my whole self, and I felt a paper envelope being pushed in my bloody hands. "Here is your reward, Ah and don't worry about the trash, the cleaners will clean the mess. Just don't create such a mess next time", Fox whispered rather too close to my ear and surprisingly nonchalantly , and left the shocked me to myself. Fox as his mates called him was as par to his reputation and name…fox. I peered inside the envelope as I counted the amount promised. Should I have thanked him? Why would I? I knew this would happen, I knew that they would want me to kill someday. After all, I am just a slave dog to them…
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"Check the restraints."
"Don't worry, he ain't going nowhere."
"Shut your damn mouth and check them."
As John heard the disgruntled mumbling of the man who was taking the orders, he realised that the voices weren't in his dreams after all. But why did it feel so distant and dreamy? He couldn't really think through, what with his head feeling foggy and all. His eyes just wouldn't open either as he tried to get a glimpse of the man, who was apparently tightening the straps on John's wrists.
"It hurts....." John mumbled indistinctly.
The man snorted derisively as he patted John's left arm, "Don't you worry fella, there ain't gonna be no more pain where you're headed!"
John barely heard the man, but he could sense the ominous tone of the man's voice. He felt his heart beating fast and loud, getting faster and louder by the second. One by one, he felt his senses coming back to him, and all of them seemed to be telling his brains the same thing - to be frightened. He heard the man's feet shuffling, in between his shallow breaths to which he was oblivious to until now. The tightening around his ankles were much more pronounced than that around his wrists.
The deafeningly loud crack and the splattering of a thick liquid onto his face were almost simultaneous, as John's body involuntarily jumped in fright! But the man had done his job right, John wasn't going anywhere and all that his reflexes had managed to do was to make the restraints start tearing at his flesh. John still hadn't woken up properly, but his consciousness was awake enough to realise that the sound was a gunshot and that the slimy dead weight that fell on his feet was the man's head.
"Check the restraints."
"Don't worry, he ain't going nowhere."
"Shut your damn mouth and check them."
As John heard the disgruntled mumbling of the man who was taking the orders, he realised that the voices weren't in his dreams after all. But why did it feel so distant and dreamy? He couldn't really think through, what with his head feeling foggy and all. His eyes just wouldn't open either as he tried to get a glimpse of the man, who was apparently tightening the straps on John's wrists.
"It hurts....." John mumbled indistinctly.
The man snorted derisively as he patted John's left arm, "Don't you worry fella, there ain't gonna be no more pain where you're headed!"
John barely heard the man, but he could sense the ominous tone of the man's voice. He felt his heart beating fast and loud, getting faster and louder by the second. One by one, he felt his senses coming back to him, and all of them seemed to be telling his brains the same thing - to be frightened. He heard the man's feet shuffling, in between his shallow breaths to which he was oblivious to until now. The tightening around his ankles were much more pronounced than that around his wrists.
The deafeningly loud crack and the splattering of a thick liquid onto his face were almost simultaneous, as John's body involuntarily jumped in fright! But the man had done his job right, John wasn't going anywhere and all that his reflexes had managed to do was to make the restraints start tearing at his flesh. John still hadn't woken up properly, but his consciousness was awake enough to realise that the sound was a gunshot and that the slimy dead weight that fell on his feet was the man's head.