The Pursuit of Truth

The Pursuit of Truth

I woke up to a deafening noise – the neighbors again, tearing apart the morning silence with their endless arguments. Five in the morning. They've been unable to reach an agreement for the past fifteen years, yet they continue to live side by side like sworn enemies, chained together by invisible bonds.

"What lost creatures surround me..." I muttered, burying my face in the pillow. But sleep was gone. In my head, the advice from all those "wise men" echoed again – "be positive" and "seek harmony." Fine, let’s try again. I forced an unnatural smile on my face, put on my usual mask, and got out of bed.

The floor beneath my feet creaked, as if protesting my awakening. The old house trembled with every step the tenants took, especially upstairs, where a whole herd of children constantly jumped around like a pack of wild animals. Their parents, not bothering with discipline, only screeched their vocal cords, having nightly tantrums. This was my daily hell.

Not wanting to stay in the apartment I could barely afford, I stepped out into the gloomy, damp day. The humid air cut through to my bones, and the only thought that could brighten my morning was a cup of hot coffee. Heading toward the old, littered gas station, I reminded myself once again of the importance of "positive thinking." I put on my usual smile, made eye contact with the cashier, and… felt how his gloomy, unkempt face seemed to drain the last bit of energy from me. He was the perfect reflection of everything I hated in this life: a tired, worn-out person whose eyes spoke louder than any words – "I hate this place."

After getting my coffee, I tried to escape that look, escape all of this ordinariness. But barely taking a few steps, I tripped and spilled boiling water on myself. The pain pierced my skin, and in my head, a mocking voice echoed, "Well, go ahead, be positive!"

I turned around and headed back home, forgetting why I had even left. But as soon as I crossed the threshold, I was once again overwhelmed by the suffocating realization of the nightmare I was living in. This apartment, this city – everything around me seemed to intentionally hold me in the swamp.

Suddenly... something vibrated. No, not just a vibration – the ground beneath me shook. The air filled with a low, rumbling sound, like distant thunder, but drawn out and hollow, as if it were an echo from the depths. The walls creaked, the light bulb flickered.

I was suddenly thrown to the floor. In a panic, I tried to get up, but my body refused to obey. Through the noise, I suddenly realized: everything had become too quiet. No neighbor’s shouting, no children’s footsteps above – as if the whole world had held its breath.

The earth shook harder, and in that moment, I saw it: darkness oozing through the wall. No, it wasn’t just a shadow. It moved, alive, pulsating, as though something ancient and insatiable was trying to break through. My heart froze. I couldn’t move, I could only watch as this black abyss slowly approached, writhing like serpent tentacles, engulfing the walls, the ceiling, the floor...

And then something cold touched my hand.

I opened my eyes wide.

Silence.

I was in my bed. Cold sweat streamed down my back, my heart pounded furiously. A dream? Was it just a dream?

But, damn, why did it feel so real?

I took a deep breath and sat on the bed. The echo of the nightmarish vision still sounded in my head, leaving a strange feeling... as if something was still watching me from the darkness.

What a dream... I ran my hand across my face, realizing that my heart was still pounding, as if trying to escape my chest. I had woken up from a dreadful dream with sympathy for the protagonist of that reality. He was doomed to suffer, but didn’t even realize that he had chosen that path himself. He condemned the world around him, not noticing how he himself was becoming its reflection.

For a moment, I pondered: there are actually people like that in the world. People who see nothing but their own flaws in others, blame the world for their failures, and don’t see that they are the creators of their own nightmares. I felt sorry for him.

But that feeling quickly dissipated once I realized how different my reality was. I stretched, feeling a pleasant ache in my body, and eagerly looked forward to the new day. Unlike the protagonist of my dream, I woke up early not because of hatred for the world, but because of love. My routine awaited me, and I couldn’t be happier. I was like a child who falls asleep eagerly anticipating the next day.

I was surrounded by inner peace. No anxiety, no fear, no rush due to the fear of being unable to pay the bills. My beloved work awaited me, and each day brought the excitement of new discoveries.

And most importantly – I was surrounded by people even closer than friends. Family. They understood me, as I did them. In difficult moments, they seemed to feel when they needed to offer support.

When I stepped outside, it felt as if the world was greeting me. The sunlight warmed my skin, and the wind gently touched my face. Everything around me reflected the love I was radiating. And in that moment, I wondered… it wasn’t always like this. Why?

That question lingered in my mind. And suddenly, I realized: there is a certain pattern, a cause-and-effect relationship, that shapes everyone’s reality. The idea of bringing these thoughts together began to pulse within me, demanding an outlet...

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