World, Laughers and Criers

Many think that their being in the world is just about leaving it a better
or bad place. As a result, different persons make or do not make use of the
opportunities that abound in the world characterized by hatred, bickering
and brickbats where different persons have or lack vision with or without

Many see the world as a changing place that they must as well change with,
but whether they are changing from good to bad or from bad to good, they do
not care. All that is paramount to them is CHANGE. They do not take
cognizance that the more there is peace in the world, the more we are
creating an eternal world. The world would be a purposeful place and not a
place for Laughers and Criers.

It was William Shakespeare, an English poet and playwright, extensively
revered as the greatest writer in the English, born on 26 April 1564
(baptised) – 23 April 1616, who said in his book – As You Like It (2/7) –
thus: All the world’s a stage/And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays
many parts…

The world we are living in is, indeed, a stage that is characterized by the
good, bad and ugly. These three words were once my motto till I changed
them to World, Laughers and Criers with many reasons, as we shall see
on the burgeoning sentences. The Laughers don’t mind the Criers, and
the Criers want the Laughers to sympathise with them. But due to the
human worldly ego, hence the aphorism, “I don’t give a dime.”


The world is such a wonderful place blessed by nature, but cursed by man.
Man is parasitic and has dislocated the world from its original form for
the lucre of economic interest. It has become obvious that people are ever
ready to sacrifice the World in the manner that a Dalai Lama describes
the actions of human beings against the world in the following sentences: Man
sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to
recuperate his health. Then he is so anxious about the future that he
doesn’t enjoy the present: the result being that he does not live in the
present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then
dies having never really lived.

The world is suffering a lot of things at the same time today, because of
man’s subtraction from nature. Man feels that words and ideas can change
the world, without minding the detriments he was to incur. There was
nothing wrong with the world; man is the problem with the world.

Walter Russell, in his book – The Man Who Tapped the Secrets of the
Universe – captures the action of man in the following lines: Joy and
happiness are the indicators of balance in a human machine… An inner
joyousness, amounting to ecstasy, is the normal condition of the genius
mind. Any lack of that joyousness develops body-destroying toxins. That
inner ecstasy of the mind is the secret fountain of perpetual youth and
strength in any man. He who finds it finds omnipotence and omniscience.


In the sweetness of the world, many are laughers. Some undertake judgment
against truth just to see that they laugh always. They share pleasure to
the detriment of the world. They are refreshed by the many lies they tell
or the truths untold. They laugh and laugh to the scorn of everything
around them and see such as a weapon to destroy the world.

What many do not know is that their laughter can turn the world into
painful situations, or painful situations into laughter. The Dalai Lama
does not subscribe to this feigned peace and happiness of individuals,
thereby saying: World peace must develop from inner peace. Peace is not
the absence of violence; peace is the manifestation of human compassion.

These laughers see money as the medium to measure worldly success. They do
not care to find the inner peace, which creates the ability for the world’s
people to live in harmony with them. But is laughter not also a rejoinder
of both aggravation and overtiredness? Did this not come to be as man found
out that he was suffering much and needed his own method to cheer up?
Walter Russell sufficed it to say: You may command nature to the extent
only in which you are willing to obey her.


There was a saying that East, West, Home is the best. But this is no more
as one’s home may be his or her most dangerous place to dwell. He or she
will not be free from wars, rumours of wars, bombs killing, poverty and
sundry negative issues, which have characterised the world and made
different people to become criers in their respective capabilities. Home is
where one is free from damages.

Many have full cause for crying, because they are afraid of what the next
minute would bring to them. Many are criers in their heart without showing
off their beautiful teeth or have to clean up their faces, while others do.
The former set of people grief and wear the flaws of their heart around.
But no matter that they do not shed tears, when you see them, agony has
shown all over them.

Stanley Elkin, in his “Criers & Kibitzers, Kibitzers & Criers”, writes that
there’s something comforting, almost soothing, about realism, and it has
nothing to do with shocks of recognition — well it wouldn’t, since shocks
never console — or even with the familiarity that breeds content so much
that the realistic world of literature is the one that always makes sense
from a certain perspective even in its bum deals and tragedies, inasmuch as
it plays — even showboats and grandstands — to our passion for reason.

He goes further to write that the realistic tradition presumes to deal, he
means, with cause and effect, with some deep need in readers — in all of us
— for justice, with the demand for the explicable reap/sow benefits (or
punishments), with the law of just desserts… and Nature’s organic
bookkeeping. And since form fits and follows function, style is instructed
not to make waves but merely to tag along, easy as pie, taking in
everything that can be seen along the way but not much more and nothing at
all of what isn’t immediately available to the naked eye.


As I have shown above, we can see that the world is full of
inscrutabilities and things that can be investigated. It is a world of
amour, but it is left for the individuals to grasp the life that the world
gives or not. The world is a place replaced with anger, antipathy and hurt,
which a lot of people are holding unto. It is a world that it is impossible
to be angry and laugh at the same time. This is why I chose the World,
Laughers and Criers, as my motto. Those who may be crying today may not be
those who will be laughing tommorrow. The hardship and success of the world
are not static. They are monumental, as far as the world is concerned.

It is our right and obligation to separate laughter and pain, pleasantry
and catastrophe, funniness and damage. We must know that the World is
stronger than Laughers and Criers, just as imagination is stronger than
knowledge and, myth is more compelling than history. I chose my motto with
the three words, because I have a belief that dreams are more persuasive
than facts and, experience will never prevail against hope. I have a belief
that laughter is the only cure for sorrow, but both complement each other
for the world’s growth.

Laughter and Cry contribute to our growth and pleasure, making the world to
sound sweeter. I’m thankful for Laughter and Cry, because they hardly kill,
but make us to lessen the burdens confronting us. There is no wasted day in
the world with laughter and cry involved. Some people like to cry than
laugh, because they see it to be frightful than cr

y. From the moment I
picked The Fountain contest I know that I will Laugh at last and compliment
it with Cry of joy.

We have to sum up this text with the continuation of “As You Like It”.
William Shakespeare writes of man’s activities in the world accordingly:
His acts being seven ages/At first the infant/Mewling and puking in the
nurse’s arms./And then the whining school-boy,/ with his satchel/And
shining morning face,/ creeping like snail unwillingly to school./ And then
the lover,/ Sighing like furnace,/ with a woeful ballad/ Made to his
mistress’ eyebrow./ Then a soldier,/ Full of strange oaths and bearded like
the pard,/ Jealous in honour,/ sudden and quick in quarrel,/ Seeking the
bubble reputation/ Even in the cannon’s mouth./ And then the justice,/ In
fair round belly with good capon lined,/ With eyes severe and beard of
formal cut,/ Full of wise saws and modern instances;/ And so he plays his
part./ The sixth age shifts/ Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,/ With
spectacles on nose and pouch on side,/ His youthful hose, well saved, a
world too wide/ For his shrunk shank;/ and his big manly voice,/ Turning
again toward childish treble,/ pipes/ And whistles in his sound./ Last
scene of all,/ That ends this strange eventful history,/ Is second
childishness and mere oblivion,/ Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans

World, Laughers and Criers is my motto!

Written by
Odimegwu Onwumere
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