/ world today news/ Humans enjoy our new years. Our shins are broken, our shoulders are broken, but we rejoice. The joy of living years accumulates. It accumulates and weighs. Joy carries with it a weight because it always leaves the aftertaste of fear.
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This is not Dadaism. To say I was unaware of his Dadaist wisdom would be a lie. My son talks like a human, and I can’t stop wondering that I marvel at his waving. He follows his beautiful Dadaism, and I follow him.
We humans enjoy our new years. Our shins are broken, our shoulders are broken, but we rejoice. The joy of living years accumulates. It accumulates and weighs. It’s just that joy carries with it a burden. It is so, because joy always leaves the aftertaste of fear. The joy of my son also brings me fear, as you understand.
He and I were in the subway and I was pulling him and pressing him to me out of fear. Trains fly, so do people. And then my son asked me, “What are you afraid of, Dad?” Naturally, I tried to lie to him. I told him that I was afraid of the flying trains and therefore I asked him to stand by me and not cause me fear. It will probably seem trivial to you, but my son numbs me with his persistence to continue the answer. There was no way, I revealed myself. I admitted my fear of death. I hadn’t talked to my son about the death until now. I assumed a cascade of questions and demands would follow. Nothing of the sort happened. My son looked me in the eyes, saying, “I’ve overcome my fears, Dad. I used to be scared, but now I’m not.’ The subway came. We got on and I began to think about my son’s words. You can probably guess what I was thinking. But I was thinking something else. I went back in my thoughts as I wished I could remember if I had ever faced my fears. I told him, “Well done son, well done!” But I didn’t know why I was lying to him. Not that I lied to him about my joy at his release. I lied to him because I pretended to believe him. No, I believed him, that he thought he had freed himself from his fears… But I don’t think that’s possible. Because I’m an old man, I’ve been in the subway before, I’ve seen death and I know.
Now let me tell you the truth. What my son told me was overwhelming. You can’t imagine his eyes – when he saw the fear in mine. Indeed, Lord, it is wonderful that your son saved you. Happy New Year, friends!
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