We have been losing something since childhood. Sometimes the frustration of losing a pencil in school and sometimes the sadness of losing an eraser
Losing something and then getting sad has been going on since the age of ignorance. But the only difference is that at that time the joy of getting a new eraser was so much that something lost seemed meaningless and life began to pass again.
So why doesn't this happen now...?
As a man grows older, why does he make his life difficult...?
The reason is still to lose someone, whether it's the loss of person or a dream and much more. But now why is his frustration for the rest of his life? Now why doesn't he get the same happiness even after getting something new?
Why doesn't he think that his happiness and sweet taste of life lies in forgetting what is lost.
"This world is no less than a hoax. It's a ball of fire from inside and an example of beauty from outside"
Author: Hajer