The Rope

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Abstract

oint to keep track of the days if you don’t expect anything to come. I could see the horizon, but there was nothing on it, nothing worth waiting for the sun to rise. You want to grab onto something, grab onto and get to the ground, stand on your feet, dust off, check your compass, and choose a target. Forget about the target, at least direction. I am waiting for a rope, a rope that will pull me out, but each time I am convinced that the very first decision in my brand new life will be to take this rope and tie my hands. It would seem … but</p><p id="d3a4">Stability is essential. We lived for ourselves and lived, quietly huddling on stagnant waters but then the Internet

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appeared with its pictures of best, and an ordinary person, usual and quiet, suddenly wanted a change. But change is scary, and not everyone can do it, and most importantly, not everyone needs it. Not everyone needs an online store, a million subscribers, and work freelance. The man of the metropolis will perish on the island so the artist will burn out in commerce. But we, the victims of fashion, we get lost in social packs, which, unfortunately, are now being led not by the leader, but by the one who shouts louder. The endless circle of walking in agony: from oneself to a better life. Until one day the rope falls around your neck. Then we can rest.</p></article></body>

The Rope

Wandering in the events of my own life, I’ve already lost the essence of what’s happening. Days pass, drag on, run away. I’m not even flipping the calendar anymore, what’s the use? What is the point to keep track of the days if you don’t expect anything to come. I could see the horizon, but there was nothing on it, nothing worth waiting for the sun to rise. You want to grab onto something, grab onto and get to the ground, stand on your feet, dust off, check your compass, and choose a target. Forget about the target, at least direction. I am waiting for a rope, a rope that will pull me out, but each time I am convinced that the very first decision in my brand new life will be to take this rope and tie my hands. It would seem … but

Stability is essential. We lived for ourselves and lived, quietly huddling on stagnant waters but then the Internet appeared with its pictures of best, and an ordinary person, usual and quiet, suddenly wanted a change. But change is scary, and not everyone can do it, and most importantly, not everyone needs it. Not everyone needs an online store, a million subscribers, and work freelance. The man of the metropolis will perish on the island so the artist will burn out in commerce. But we, the victims of fashion, we get lost in social packs, which, unfortunately, are now being led not by the leader, but by the one who shouts louder. The endless circle of walking in agony: from oneself to a better life. Until one day the rope falls around your neck. Then we can rest.