I woke up to the loud crying of the neighbor’s baby. "Why do I have to listen to someone else’s child again?" I thought, trying to find my phone in the dark. "Can’t I get just one decent night of sleep?" The clock showed five in the morning.

I growled quietly under my breath and pulled the blanket over my head, but I still couldn’t sleep. "Why do I even have to live next to these people?" I thought, recalling how last night the neighbors were noisy until late, and now this crying. "Why do I have to suffer like this?"

Realizing that sleep was now out of the question, I slowly got out of bed and went to wash my face. "Alright, since I’m up earlier than planned, maybe I should hit the gym?" I said to myself, trying to motivate myself for the day. But even this small attempt at self-encouragement felt hollow.

Outside, the air was crisp and fresh, but despite that, I still felt exhausted from the sleepless night. As I sat in the car and started the engine, my mind wandered. "Why do I always end up facing these little inconveniences?" I said aloud, staring at the road in front of me. "Why does life feel like an endless stream of obstacles?"

As soon as I pulled out, the first traffic light turned red. "Of course, why wouldn’t it?" I hit the steering wheel in frustration. "Why can’t I ever catch a break? Why does everything in my life always seem to go wrong? No matter what I do, I can’t escape these constant annoyances."

Each red light felt like a personal challenge to my patience. It was absurd, but it seemed as if every traffic light was mocking me. The morning hours were quiet, the streets were relatively empty, but the storm inside me was growing stronger. Even without external chaos, it felt like something was constantly blocking my way forward.

When I arrived at the gym, I was greeted by the sullen face of the manager at the reception desk. He glanced at me with a bored expression, not saying a word. I forced myself to smile and greet him. "Hello," I said, trying to sound cheerful. I only got a silent nod in response. This dampened my mood even more. "Why do you work here if you hate it so much?" I wanted to ask but held back. "Why ruin people’s days with your attitude?"

The workout didn’t bring any relief. Every time I looked in the mirror at the others in the gym, I saw the same people as always. They were lifting weights, doing their routines, seemingly trying to push something out of their minds. "I wonder, do they ask themselves the same questions? Or are they just going through the motions? Why are we all like this? Why can’t anyone find real peace?" I watched these people and realized that we were all somehow connected by the same routine, the same problems, yet each of us felt isolated.

After a light workout, I decided to take a walk through the forest near my home. The forest was damp, still soaked from yesterday’s rain. A mist clung to the trees, creating a gloomy atmosphere. I walked, deeply absorbed in thought, feeling how every detail around me echoed my negative mindset. "Why am I in a world where everything seems to work against me?" I asked myself as I stepped over fallen logs. The forest felt like my reflection—its branches drooped low, its leaves whispered their secrets, and it all seemed as heavy and incomprehensible as my own thoughts.

Suddenly, a branch I pushed aside snapped back and hit me square in the face. "Of course, why wouldn’t it?" I thought bitterly, feeling the irritation rising inside me. I slipped and fell into a puddle. Wet, cold, and angry, I lay on the ground staring at the sky. "Why does the world always work against me?" I nearly shouted, but there was no one around to hear.

Lying in the puddle, I felt the inner rage begin to give way to despair. "I just want to live a normal life. Why is that so hard? Why does everything feel like a battle?" The water seeped into my clothes, the coldness penetrated my bones, but this physical discomfort was nothing compared to the turmoil inside me.

Gathering myself, I got up and headed home to change. At work, the same people were waiting for me, the ones I had been trying to avoid. "How can they live like this?" I wondered. "They just show up to punch the clock, then go to the bar in the evening, sinking back into their mindlessness." I saw them every morning, knew their routines, but couldn’t understand how they could tolerate such a life. But then it hit me: "You’re living just like they are."

"You live just like them," suddenly came a voice in my head. I stopped in my tracks. "What?" I asked myself. But the voice didn’t stop. "You also do what you hate every day, surrounded by people you don’t want to see." "No, that’s not true," I mentally protested, but the voice was right. Every day was the same monotonous routine. I returned home and began to think: "Is there any meaning in this? Is my life really just about going to work five days a week, barely finding time for family and friends, just to sustain my existence?"

Hours passed, and I was still trying to find answers to these questions. My childhood memories floated up in my mind. I grew up in a religious family. Every Sunday, my parents made me go to church with them, even though I never wanted to. "It’s the right thing to do," they would say. But even then, I couldn’t understand why. "Why should I believe in something I can’t see?" I asked myself.

At 14, I began seeking answers. "Mom, Dad, how did all of humanity come from just two people?" I asked my parents. But they just smiled and said, "You just don’t understand." They sent me to speak with the church minister. When I asked the minister my question, he simply put his hand on my head and said, "You should go home, boy." I left, unsatisfied with the answer, and began to doubt religion. The more questions I had, the fewer answers I received. It seemed that no one could give me the clear answers I was seeking.

At a certain point in my life, I had the opportunity to move to the United States. This was a pivotal moment, something I had dreamed of for years. My relocation process took about a month and a half, and during that time, I found myself constantly in prayer, seeking guidance. While waiting for the U.S. government’s decision on my entry, one thought kept crossing my mind: "If I can cross the border, I will finally resolve all my spiritual questions." This thought became like a personal agreement between God and me. I knew my life would change, and I would finally find the answers that had eluded me for so many years.

After moving, I met someone who made me rethink my views on religion. For a long time, I had been without answers, growing increasingly disillusioned with organized churches and gradually stopped seeking spirituality there. But this person had enough influence over me to make me reconsider. He inspired me to return to church, and through his influence, I reassessed my views on faith and spirituality.

I started attending church regularly and became deeply immersed in religious life. For a year, I followed all the rules, going to church faithfully. One day, while talking to myself after a service, I thought: "Why haven’t I found peace yet? Where is that inner tranquility that everyone talks about?" I realized that I still lacked the inner satisfaction and answers that I had been looking for, despite my devotion to religion. Eventually, I said to myself, "Enough. I need to focus on what truly brings results—my career."

Returning to the business world, I quickly climbed the corporate ladder. Within three months of working at one of the largest companies, I had already secured a leadership position. After one particular promotion, I said to myself: "Now my life is finally getting better." But once again, that inner voice whispered, "What about the truth? Have you forgotten about it?" I tried to ignore it, but the thoughts about spirituality kept returning.

After working for another four months, I started experiencing strange, mystical dreams. One night, I dreamed that a voice whispered, "The time for knowledge is near." I woke up, pondering, "Why now, when my career is at its peak?" But with each passing day, the thoughts of searching for the truth grew stronger.

One day at the office, a colleague noticed, "You’ve been deep in thought lately. Is everything alright?" I smiled and replied, "Yeah, everything’s fine. I’ve just been thinking a lot."

Not long after, my life changed again. I suddenly found myself in a position where I no longer had to work but could still live comfortably. I said to myself, "Here it is—the time for something bigger. I need to return to what truly matters."

When my work permit as an immigrant expired and there was no surprising renewal, it felt as if the entire universe aligned to give me the chance to pursue the calling that had interested me since childhood. Throughout my life, I had participated in more than 50 projects, but none of them brought the success I had dreamed of. I wondered, "Why? I always loved my work." But it seemed like the world was against me continuing. I realized, "The time has come. It’s time to focus on what truly matters—the pursuit of truth."

I started diving back into religious literature and writing essays. Every day became a revelation. I could feel my inner state improving. One day, I said to myself, "This is the joy of the soul that so many people talk about." Around that time, I started meeting people who were discussing topics that truly interested me. One of them asked me one day, "You’ve always been searching for the truth, haven’t you?" I nodded. "Then keep going. You’re on the right path," he replied confidently.

As I continued down this path, I finally satisfied my long-standing hunger for knowledge. I built a complete model of how the world works. "Now, for me, any aspect of life, whether it’s relationships, happiness, finances, or health, has become straightforward to achieve," I told myself confidently. In the end, I can say with certainty: "This center presents a worldview that hasn’t been discussed in other books yet. If people can absorb this information, their reality will improve significantly."

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