Birth: November 28, 1881, Austria
Death: February 22, 1942, Brazil
Stefan Zweig was born in 1881 in Vienna, Austria. In addition to being a novelist; was also a playwright, journalist and biography writer. His recognition in the world of literature provided with stories like The Burning Secret, Chess, Fear, Amok, Confusion...
I would like to share with you today; Der Zwang by Stefan Zweig.
Why does the sense of obligation have to affect us so much? Do we really have to do something? Is it really an inevitable obligation for the man on the cover of the book to do that inevitable task?
Whether we accept it or not, there are some institutions, men, works and laws that decide the current functioning of our lives. In this world, where we cannot even step without paperwork, we can live thanks to various typewriters, computers and laws that decide our lives. Because they compelled us to do so. The irony of the work is that it is our own who creates the system and wants the system again... We are the ones who pour our money for the system to work, we give our taxes without complaining, we are exactly the ones who are crushed for the sake of our national duties, whose lives are finished, and those who leave dozens of people behind it... For this, we deserve to be hit our heads in the typewriters that decide for our lives!
Why do we find fighting so attractive? Why do we choose to shed blood and fight, to break each other for the sake of money and rank, while there are countless blessings and endless beauty and happiness all over us? Could it be that people who have been seeking answers for years and the power of the spiritual world in the war against war and all sorts of other things are really blind people to these beauties? If people can only see with his heart, why do we desire war and the derivatives of violence to enjoy our eyes?
In this universe, which has become a huge arena, why is it played as a ball by our world by "outer outbreaks and upper minds"? Come on, okay, we turn our faces against love, happiness, playing children, but are we blind enough to see that the main owners of evil in this world laugh at us?
Or are we having trouble hearing the laughter of the people who decide for us because of the sweat that clogs our pores and life goals as a result of those who chase our life struggle in this arena?