Love... This word, which poets and philosophers have praised for centuries, turns out to be the cruelest deception prepared for humanity. Don't seek it, I implore you. And if you do find it - run without looking back, as if from the plague.
You'll ask: "Why live then? Isn't love the meaning of our existence?" Oh, naive souls! You haven't yet known the full depth of despair that this feeling brings. The whole world has long rotted from within, and love is just a beautiful wrapper for this decay.
Finding love won't turn you into a beautiful prince or princess. No, you'll transform into a pitiful semblance of a human - a hunchback, twisted by pain and suffering. Your Belle won't save you from the curse, but only make it worse.
Believe one who has known everything in this world. There's no point in searching for love. When you're alone, at least you know from where to expect the blow. You understand that behind your back is only emptiness, not a traitor's knife. But once you let love into your heart, you lose this clarity, this protection.
While you're alone, love seems like salvation, a light at the end of the tunnel. But it's an illusion, a mirage in the desert of despair. Love isn't a reward, but a trial. A cruel, endless trial with no happy ending. Each day brings new pain, new disappointment, new loss.
Forget the fairy tales they fed you since childhood. Reality is far more cruel. Cinderella doesn't go to the ball in glass slippers - she's raped and thrown in the garbage. Sleeping Beauty doesn't wake up from the prince's kiss - she chokes on the poison of her own illusions. And Rapunzel? She long ago hanged herself with her luxurious hair, unable to endure imprisonment in the tower of expectations.
I know my words sound cruel. But there's no place for cruel reality in fairy tales, just as there's no place for fairy tales in our world. This is fate, this is life's truth, from which you cannot run.
Love will take everything from you. It will give hope, only to then trample it along with the remains of your soul. Once I thought I had lost everything, that there was nothing more to take from me. How wrong I was! Love found a way to take even what I didn't know existed.
I found love. And with it, I lost the meaning of life. Now I love... And every moment of this love brings me unbearable suffering. My heart is torn apart by feelings that I can neither express nor suppress.
So, I beg you, don't seek love. Stay in your solitude - it, at least, is honest with you. There's no deception in it, no false hopes. Solitude won't betray you, won't break your heart. It simply exists - cold, empty, but predictable.
And love... Love is poison disguised as medicine. Sip by sip it poisons your soul, leaving behind only a scorched desert of broken hopes and unfulfilled dreams.
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Beyond the Neon Masks
Cerita Pendek"Beyond the Neon Masks" is a searing, unflinching observation of modern society's descent into superficiality and moral decay, written by an author who dares to stand as both witness and critic to our collective madness. Through a series of intercon...
