_____The Trade Of Sorrows____

_____The Trade Of Sorrows____

By Iyssar_Yaseen

Do I last enough for myself to ponder on what it costs to breathe a sigh and hold it for a sec and
ask myself the reason of why I had been created , who created me, what does it take to be
captured in a few layers of flesh when I’m eventually meant to be unveiled and ruined again as I
will lie to rest someday again after being a captive in this place called a cage of desires? Have I
ever looked in the mirror over the masked identity I’ve been to myself and more often to the
world ? Have I ever thought and asked myself about being an unveiled one once ? Do I have to
ponder over myself to know what I’m and what I’m subjected to? Do I even look forward to me
for a mere glance at myself? “Am I sad? Do I look gloomy”, I asked the mirror, in no time the
mirror pleaded the light to tell me the way it tells the world you as if dwell in gloom and sorrows
are sad, hopeless and helpless to yourself. Do I need to subject myself to tranquil despair and
hopelessness as if I’m subjected to sorrows, do I need to be gloomy? Do I need happiness to be
at peace ?

Do I really need to trade my sorrows with joy to be at peace ? Is the chaotic soul of mine really
known for what peace actually is ? What actually joy is ? What lies in chaos? How beautiful are
the sorrows? How powerful is the emotion of gloom? Do I really need to stalk the joy and wish it
behold me and accompany me in the long run? Can’t I just fix my muse with the flow of
resonance of the gloom and sorrows? Should I be the one willing to retrace the orthodox ways
of desires and wishes? Isn’t sorrow a powerful emotion to retain yourself? Is it necessary to be
at war with the flow? Should it be always what we never witness and never express ? Do I really
need to manipulate the way I dwell ? Is it necessary for a soul to put on a mask of joy when joy
can’t really exist in the truest sense?

Isn’t the most expensive trade the trade of sorrows which we merely attain to put on the masked
identity of ours and subject it to the world which ultimately has nothing to do with us ? Is being a
questionnaire a layment? Is being an honest but questioning soul a reprobacy? Is it necessary
to mold the emotions of gloom in the furnaces of despair and cover them with shinny fake joy
sheathes? Is the trade worth it? Do I really need to suspend my actual being from being
tenebrosit? Do I need to overcome what I’m just to fulfill the requirements to fit in the place
where my true identity is masked and devastated and in me lies nothing of what I actually am?
Even if it seems to fit, is it necessary to fit in the place where I’m not willing to and eventually not
supposed to be ? Do I really need to trade myself ? If I’m “gloom” can’t I exist in the masked
happy faces as I really exist? Why is it so important to fit in the demarcated place with an
unaltered pace ? What if I pose a question about not being in the place I’m demarcated by the
mere social attires? Do I really need to settle down in a place where I’m not willing to be ?
Can’t I just be what I feel? Why are my feelings even under the influence of the social bound
ideas? Why do I need to be happy? If I’m at peace with my tenebrosity why do I need to put on
a mask of joy and make it in the place? What’s wrong with being out of the box and in hue ?
What’s wrong in being not considered a priority? What’s wrong in being left out ? What’s wrong
in being alone ? What’s wrong in being sad? Sorrows are a beautiful epitome of serendipit attire
of humanitarian outlook. We don’t actually need demarcations between our being and outlook.
We don’t need to be the chaotic souls running after the already traced roads which don’t yearn
us destinations. Why do we need to be the way we are not? Why can’t we be thankful just for
being existent? Why can’t we understand even after a little sorrows how many joys we eradicate
? Why can’t we understand why we need to understand? Why can’t we calibrate the true
preachings of ours to the world out there ? Why am I the way I am? Do I even need to ask
myself this? Do I need to correct myself by putting on a fake mask? Are masked and biased
emotions worth it ? Is it worthy to trade our gloom with the joy that doesn’t exist ?
How can a caged soul be at peace? How can a soul which is in prison think of a peaceful life ?
Is even peace well defined ? Is joy and peace the same thing? Can’t I be overwhelmed in
sorrows and be at peace? Why do I need to trade ? Why do I need to eradicate my actual being
for nothingness? Do I really need to get myself out of the place when the place gives me peace
and makes me think about my purpose? Do I really need to replace sorrows if they bring my
desdest soul close to its creator? Do I need to trade ? Shall I? Isn’t a questionable soul allowed
to ask? Ain’t I supposed to ask ? Why do I need to change if I’m in the perfect place to ask for
the purpose of my life ? Why do I even think about replacing my sorrows ?
All we need to know is that suffering is beautiful,sorrows are beautiful,pain is beautiful,and
peace can even lie in sorrows, suffering and pain too ! Keep your sorrows dearer than the joy as
the souls that are dearer are tested more often !