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The World of Lost Souls


What exactly is reality, and how can we confidently define it? Who grants us the authority to determine our own identities? Who do we believe we are? And why do we seem to lack any perception of the events surrounding us?

 

Although theory and practice may appear to be identical, you can study one thing but confront something entirely different in reality. Truth is often distorted, while falsehoods are portrayed as truth. Humans have insufficient courage to dispute the accuracy of historical accounts, rendering them unreliable. As a result, we continue to lead our lives while being aware that we are living a lie, and that the truth is something else entirely, but we should not challenge it. No one can afford to be a rebel or a heretic since we all desire to reach Paradise, a place that only true believers can enter and remain forever. It appears that every one of us will be going there.

 

To deny the truth repeatedly, even though you know the reverse to be true, is to be lost. Not knowing the purpose of life is what it means to be lost. To comprehend the purpose of life but lack the will to acknowledge it is also being lost. When faced with difficult times, being lost is to be afraid. It's not assisting others, failing to support the weak, or siding with the wrong cause. Being lost is despising your job but going to work every day. Being lost is witnessing a group of five men beating up a solitary individual and doing nothing about it. Being lost is allowing others to meddle in your life and then blaming yourself for your failures afterward.

 

Being lost is an unpleasant reality, but what exactly is reality? As I gaze into the mirror, I see a lost soul and wonder whether a lost soul is staring back at us from every mirror. I walk among people who may be aware of where they are going but have no idea why they are going there. Hollow smiles, blank expressions, and the only time when life is reflected on the face are when it demonstrates contempt for life itself.

 

Being lost is writing this post with the flow of thoughts, without any clear objective other than to pass the time.

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