#Grief

Grief is an infinite game of counting lost things while its tally multiplies with each effort to escape the past. It fills the emptiness in your heart with a debt that never matures. Sometimes it masquerades as noble self-reflection and at other times becomes a theatrical performance for strangers. It weighs heavier than reality itself, yet paradoxically serves as proof of one’s humanity. The only relief might be the privilege granted to those who master the art of turning it into laughter.

Lament is a theater where one stages their despair and sells tickets of sympathy to spectators. The louder the cry, the more powerless it reveals, never realizing true solace lies in silence. It catalogs sorrows while seeking the grounds of existence, imprisoning itself in an endless loop. Its outcry resonates like a siren that pushes salvation further away. Lament is the madness that lurks in the intermission of tragedy.

Mourning is the socially mandated ceremony cum personal PR stage when something dear is lost. It claims to wash away memories with tears, yet demands an obligatory SNS announcement to your extended family. Beneath your black attire and solemn demeanor lies a secret hope for someone’s consolation in this ironic festival of grief.