Trying life on us piece by piece is called play. After all, such a busy life is too much for a person. So is this world, this sky, these endless roads. In one of my poems, I said, "Oh God, don't let such long roads be built". People don't live that long, do they? How to walk endless paths? If we can't afford to live so much life, let's play games. Playing is like grabbing one side of life without scaring it. Both the brain and the obedient hand, arm and body are required to play the game properly. Even though we are not aware of it, most of our lives are spent playing games. We play house mostly. Scenarios, roles, trailers, and curtains that close with sadness or joy. We left authenticity somewhere. It is as if he is organizing house marriages, not marriages that make the house a house. If you don't have a home, you don't have a marriage. The existence of your marriage is because you have a home. After that, it depends on performing your role in the best way.
There is a hero alive, a lot of people waiting to be rescued are asking for help. Heroism does not require great merit. As long as there are masses waiting to be rescued and looking for a solution. After that, it's a "rescue" game.
The play is sometimes shaped by voluntary involvement in the script written by the lead actor. You think that what you are living is life, but there is a game played for you, against you. As soon as you realize that you've come to the full game, you will be challenged. Turns out the quarterbacks have brought you to a midwife-sobe game.
There are many more games that are passed on to people as life. Game within game. The world is a playground. It turns out burning in the game. There is such a thing as playing the game by the rules. But this only applies to the weak. If you are strong, you can change the rule of the game in your favor at the most critical moment of the game.
The ancients said, “Sheep with wheat, the rest is game!” they used to say. Everyone is related to the part that suits them in this world. The rest is formality, role and play. The worldly life is not called "game" and "entertainment" (Surah Al-'Ankabut-64) for nothing, as the Qur'an puts it.
Everything may not turn out according to your good intentions. It is the result of too much good intentions that you live in the bazaar or do at home. The rhyming kinship between "sheep" and "game" is also a useful word game, and it continues from past to present.
When we think in the context of yesterday-today, the mood of the game has changed as well as the rules of the game. Do you say family fathers who do not leave the game table for a lifetime, or do you call the game of external forces involved in every event? The desperation of the player who was dismissed with a red card as he tried to cool his anger on the side of the court?
All in all, when you sense the game and resist not to be a player of such a game, you encounter the “killjoy” It doesn't even seem easy to justify one's accusation. It's hard to understand why spoiling a game is perceived as killjoy. However, being a scammer and being a killjoy is not a virtue that is bestowed on every human being.
Dutch philosopher and professor of history description Johan Huizinga in his book "The Man Who Plays" (Homo Ludens) bases the game before man's descent to earth. Based on the fact that he is in communication in the game mode, up to the reflexes of the animals, he says:
“Game is older than culture. As a matter of fact, no matter how narrowly we narrow the concept of culture, this concept in any case requires the existence of a human society, and animals did not wait for the arrival of man to teach them how to play.”
If you want, set up a small game with an animal, and you will see how it is ready for the game with the harmony it provides.
This ontological game spirit is also present in religious rituals such as art and literature. Take a look at a person from the side, who competes with his nafs in fasting and experiences the happiness and pleasure of winning over him at the iftar table at the end of the day, and you will not be late to realize that there is a sweet game involved.