Oct 9, 2023·edited Oct 9, 2023Liked by Rabbi-Iblīs
We probably are very different when it comes to our expectations and preferences but that is of little importance. One thing I know is that I appreciate anarchical and nomad souls, those individuals refusing to let themselves trapped in the mesh of the rigid society dictating us who we should be. So you got me with the first part of your writing (the one about V). Rest of it became blurry to me, probably because it enfolded some personal aspects that I know nothing about.
Regardless, reading it I had the feeling of being in a room with walls entirely splashed with blood. A room where someone I could not see was screaming incomprehensible words… what I wanted to remind you is that many of us live with the torture of wanting impossible things. They scratch the heart endlessly like a crow feeding from the flesh of a diying body, never to quench its hunger no matter how much it would eat.
And so, the alternatives are either to let yourself consumed by the pain and die or embrace it and learn to see it as a companion that will follow your steps for the rest of your life. There is no point into asking for mercy or help. There won’t be any. It’s only you and the sound or your steps on the alleyway… a demented mask that can't be mended…
We probably are very different when it comes to our expectations and preferences but that is of little importance. One thing I know is that I appreciate anarchical and nomad souls, those individuals refusing to let themselves trapped in the mesh of the rigid society dictating us who we should be. So you got me with the first part of your writing (the one about V). Rest of it became blurry to me, probably because it enfolded some personal aspects that I know nothing about.
Regardless, reading it I had the feeling of being in a room with walls entirely splashed with blood. A room where someone I could not see was screaming incomprehensible words… what I wanted to remind you is that many of us live with the torture of wanting impossible things. They scratch the heart endlessly like a crow feeding from the flesh of a diying body, never to quench its hunger no matter how much it would eat.
And so, the alternatives are either to let yourself consumed by the pain and die or embrace it and learn to see it as a companion that will follow your steps for the rest of your life. There is no point into asking for mercy or help. There won’t be any. It’s only you and the sound or your steps on the alleyway… a demented mask that can't be mended…