While the seasons were at rest, we were left alone again today, in the middle of the crowds, with my soul, which I missed to the nooks and crannies, which I hid in deep shadows, which is not a traveler anywhere. While a part of me wants to emerge from the shadows I've been hiding in, to dance around and around on the dance floor of the universe, my embarrassed and vulnerable side wishes to melt and disappear in a magic capsule, to be wrapped in butterfly-like veils and become invisible

The part of me that is self-selecting, that lives with the pace of the Ganges, that is warlike, stimulating, seductive, incomprehensible, not knowing how to be afraid, and the part of me that is as serene as a lotus flower, as clear as water, and as wise, and even as exciting as vast waves, and as impatient and destructive as hurricanes, are after who knows what...

Today I am as Zarathustra described himself. "I am the soul that has the longest ladder and can descend the deepest; / I am the soul that can run the widest in itself, that can stray, that can wander in vain, that is the fullest,/ the soul that dives joyfully into chance, the soul that is the most necessary,/ the soul that wants to dive into becoming, the soul that exists, the soul that wants to dive into wanting and longing, the soul that is the richest,/ the soul that catches itself in the widest circles, the soul that flies away from itself,/ the wisest soul to whom foolishness speaks sweetly,/ the soul that loves itself the most, the soul that is the current and countercurrent, the ebb and flow of all things. "

How beautifully he described himself. The soul that descends the longest ladder to the deepest depths. Catching himself in the widest circles. Wow!

When I heard the word "circle", I suddenly thought of Nietzsche. Nietzsche, the creator of the superhuman, whose name I always remembered, whose words I used to speak in my first years of getting acquainted with philosophy. My interest in philosophy started with one of his sentences:

"I draw circles around me,
Sacred borders,
Fewer and fewer are dating me,
To higher mountains...
I'm building mountain ranges,
From higher mountains...".

Wow! What a beautiful expression of loneliness in crowds. And even the crowd in the loneliness.

"The shield of necessity," he calls it. "The highest star of existence! I am your Yes for centuries, your Yes for centuries, which no wish can reach, which no No can defile," says Nietzsche and blesses immortality and life.

It is inevitable for every human being to be as he is, to see as he sees, to live as he lives. This circle of life is never-ending. To want and love its endless return as it is, to want life as it is, to say "yes" as it is, is Nietzsche's "Amor Fati". It is the love of life.

Saying yes to life is this; If you were given one more chance to live this life. The same in every way. The same in every way. The same insect biting you, the same stone catching on your foot, the same piece of glass hurting your finger, the girl breaking the doll in your hand while playing in the neighborhood, and even the cat wandering outside your window. Nothing changes. The same pain, the same sadness, the same disappointments, the same joys, the same falls, the same abandonment and even in the same order. And the things you can't think of, again and again in the same order. To be able to say "yes" to all this again and again, to accept it as it is, is "amor fati".

To be able to say yes to pain too. It is the yes in the no. Approving everything as it is, flowing with the flow, being in the flow and taking it as it comes.

Saying yes as it is is a form of sanctification, a form of ecstasy. It is the acceptance of the inevitable, the acceptance of oneself as it is. Your own eye, your own hair, your own body, your own essence, your own taste and your own way. It is itself in what it does. The one who says yes to life is the one who exists in their own naturalness.

A person who says yes to life is a person who accepts himself as he is. It is a person who is self-confident and confident. He has trained himself, he has taken himself in the palm of his hand. It is a person who is self-sufficient, who can have fun with himself/herself and who is very crowded even alone. He does not know how to judge, nor is he interested in being judged. He knows neither intrigues nor games. That is why he can be deceived and fooled very easily. They have no shields, no masks. It is very fun and very beautiful to be with them. If you have such people around you, do not lose them, grab them by the hem of their skirts....

Mukaddes Pekin Başdil

Researcher-Author

Source: Denizli Haber