Tell me what is your life worth, the beautiful creation of the Creator? What is happiness, trust or love worth? What is betrayal and lies equal to? What yardsticks to measure your every moment?
Time … so strangely intertwining its fibers. Now stretching, now rapidly escaping. You can't keep up with the stream. If you didn't have time, then you lost. And someone, pulling the strings, chuckles quietly from afar, watching the executors of their will. And then what is allotted to us - to play roles or to create our own plays? The choice is always ours. Someone timidly, with uncertain steps tries to find their way, and someone just floats like a log with the flow. As it is, so it will be. Fate cannot be changed, what is destined cannot be corrected. Or do we create it ourselves?
Ego … The human ego is unlimited. Everything that is done is done from our own, good or not, motives. We are always trying to remake someone for ourselves. So that it is convenient. Not noticing how we break another, close to us person. And that, in turn, is trying to remake us …. A vicious circle … Running in a wheel …. In fact, we ourselves are driving ourselves into cages. Cells of our own prejudices …
Freedom. Independence. The ability to do what I want. True or False? Where does freedom begin and where does it end? Freedom and independence from what or from whom? All the dust … the road to nowhere. The further you try to get away, the deeper the pit gets. Which we are digging for ourselves. There is no need to run to someone who is in harmony with himself.
Fears … Oh, there are a lot of them. And most of them are contrived.
You are not afraid of the dark - you are afraid of what is in it.
You are not afraid of heights - you are afraid of falling.
You are not afraid of the people around you - you are afraid of being rejected.
You are not afraid of love - you are afraid that you will not be loved in return.
You are not afraid to try again - you are simply afraid that it will hurt again for the same reason.
What are you afraid of?
Purpose … Each newly born little man carries in his birth some kind of goal that is only known to him. Your assigned task. Only as he grows older does he forget her. Why did you come to this world? Here and now, what can you understand and do? No answer. In the stillness of the night, looking at the starry sky with bated breath, you remember that there was originally a meaning. Which is tied together with the infinite universe. And everything that seemed earlier to be a great, grandiose achievement, in fact, is not the same, not real… What is the cost of money and benefits compared to the happy smile of your child? Or a career if you can't heal a loved one? And are all the titles of the world worth canceling the death of the one who is dear?
And where to find the intersection of the paths with the one we would like to meet? Or maybe the ideal that we draw does not exist? And we are all trying to try on masks for the living and we are all upset when they do not fit in size … and purpose. So can we take off the masks from ourselves? Do not want. Is it more convenient to try on others and revel in self-pity that they don't like us?
And tomorrow a new day will come. And everything will go in a circle again. And the swarm will swirl new (or old?) Thoughts. And we are all there … at a crossroads. And if you break all the chains that have entangled from hand to foot? And break out of the captivity of false beliefs? Then, perhaps, something will change. And life will take a new turn.