The Beauty of The Ugly

Life has taught me that if you look at it the way everyone looks, you can't see the truth. If we made a simple reasoning, if everyone saw the truth, would the world be so heedless? I have repeated this in my previous articles. And now I will repeat it again. Truth is in the minority. He's waiting for us around the corner on the shore, with his neck bent. The truth is in what we despise. Isn't it strange... even at this point, let me tell you an ancient story.

And Musa (Moses) used to pray and pray that he might see Allah. And Allah accepts it at the end and says, “Let's meet here right now.” The day will come when Moses will go there. Only a very weak and thirsty dog comes to Moses. There is no one else coming and going from him. Allah is not here. And Moses asks. “I came, you weren't there."And Allah will respond like this. “I came to you as a very thirsty dog, but you didn't take care of me...”

This ancient story tells us so much that many truths are actually hidden in this story. However, there is one issue that interests me very much that I would like to draw your attention to. With what humility the almighty, the owner of everything, describes himself as a thirsty dog!? It's pretty amazing. He could have appeared as a prince or as a colossal being. In any way he wanted... but he preferred to show himself as a weak and weak dog. Let's compare it with people who are rich or have authority. These people can sometimes come across as quite arrogant, but the big God who owns the universe may prefer to show himself as an animal. That's exactly where I want to start.

The face of truth is veiled, friends. Most of the time, he approaches us with his neck bent. And not just to special people. It touches all of us. But he touches it so much that we either despise him or don't even look at him. Because he approaches us from our own taboos. The enemy appears from the ideas and people you see. And we don't even prefer to listen. We're trapped in a stereotypical mind. The first touch to him begins with listening. We can touch him by holding the hand of a person in need. We meet him by doing useful things for society. And after we meet him, we start to heal without even realizing it. Our soul is gradually washed away. Our anxiety decreases. We feel more at ease. Truth alone does not make us philosophers. Philosophers only gossip about the truth. Truth can't be reduced to words anyway. That only can be experienced. The one who has finished his fight within himself and has reached calmness has recognized the truth. They live peacefully and leave without any claims.

Then the truth is actually always around us. We don't need to look for him too far away. The main problem is not where the truth is, but whether we have the eyes to see it. In this sense, we need to change our point of view, rather than looking for the truth. If a hand has reached out to us asking for help, and we have turned it down, it is quite ridiculous that you have read hundreds of books of philosophy in search of the truth. Those books only gossip about the truth. But the truth is in life, even life itself. These are the challenges we face and our reactions to them. But the truth is quite kind. He doesn't show his face like that to everyone. At first glance, it looks pretty ugly. But if you find a solution instead of complaining, that ugliness suddenly turns into beauty. I also said the title of my article is “The Beauty of the Ugly One” for this.

And this article itself actually consists of gossiping about the truth. The truth should not be tampered with too much in our minds. I mean, let's live, friends, let's live. If a hand has reached out to us asking for help, let's hold that hand. Let's get more into the groups we despise. Instead of spending time with the authorities, let's spend more time in hospitals, next to children and refugees in state protection, in the love of animals, in volunteer work and in slums. It only heals us even for walking around those corridors and streets. Then approach a person you think is ugly. Let's see what an honorable and laborious life the young people who collect papers have. Let's realize how desperately a father, whom we condemn as a Syrian, is actually struggling for his children. Let's listen to some pretty ordinary dreams that a child with leukemia had in a hospital room and that you already have. Let's just feel the peace of mind that after feeding a hungry cat on the street, he will endear himself to you.

Here's all that's it. The ugliest are actually the most beautiful.