https://virgool.io/feed/@D.AriUsh زاده دریا، ساکن آسمان. fa 2026-06-10 12:53:00 https://files.virgool.io/upload/users/1621001/avatar/Sqwl4u.jpg?height=120&width=120 https://virgool.io/@D.AriUsh https://virgool.io/@D.AriUsh/the-darkness-within-part1-oveh1dlhjnmj Music - The Summer Moon Knows Mezaya.io/fh9jxAnd 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥."phew, I did it. Now what?" He thought.Is this the end? Or is it just a new beginning? Perhaps, the beginning of a new chapter in his life,maybe delight, maybe torment. "But this chapter is not over yet" he believed. This was not how fateused to play as far as he knew. There were always more twists, more suffering. From his point ofview, fate was like a mad, cruel puppet master who liked to create just to shatter; An antique ruse, adeceitful vendor advertising bliss, while selling tragedy. Around 7 months ago, he decided to makecontact with a friend from his past again; and perhaps, try to make a new relationship together. Itwent well and they came along, it was quite joyous for him ― and, perhaps for a time, for his friendas well. After a while, they got really close; like nothing had happened between them before. Theybecame obsessed with talks the stretched past midnight, spending almost every night together tillone of them drifted off to satisfaction, followed shortly by the other one. That became theunspoken promise between them, but he did not notice. The past is never never dead, it is not evenpast, or so the saying goes. It always lurks deep within us, shaping our behavior and the choices wemake now and in the future. And it manipulates how we see the world, the people around us andhow we interact with them, I guess. It's always seeking the ignorant ― the ones who are unaware ofthe past's influence on the present and the future ― to sting them. As it is not that hard to guess,that state of happiness and joy made from being close did not last long. Alas, as he kept beingoblivious of their newly formed attachment, the friend ― who was already dealing with familyissues and self-doubt ― became frustrated, and at some point, cut the connection. It was revealedafter a while that they had grown close to someone new, a friend who became more than just afriend soon after. He, for a long time, convinced himself that the cut off- which was not a newphenomenon- was due to his friend's other issues and not their new found chéri. Not knowing thetruth, the best one can do is to assume nothing, or at least, the positive side of it. Although thatmight not be suitable for different situations, it was the best He knew dealing with a loved one. Butdoubt also is another thing that crawls spitefully in the shadows of one's mind. Should one give into it, doubt has the power to consume the mind; slowly, but thoroughly. Since the hollowing of theirconnection began, he had fought the doubt relentlessly, trying his best to ignore all the darknesswithin him and be there for his friend, for their return. The silence between them, however, had moreimpact on him than any act of lambaste could. Silence is the powerful instrument that makes aconscious being think deeply; weaving the strings of imagination and self-reflection together toshape a story. The problem would be, if it lingers long enough within a mind possessed by thedarkness, the story woven might be alluring, but by no means pretty. It hurts, every word of it.Specially the closer it gets to the reality. Something that many of us know very well as 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩. And to him, the one who was given not a single clear answer to the many questions formedin his mind by this inner darkness, that story was becoming the reality itself. As He kept reachingout for this friend; overlooking being ignored again and again, disturbing thoughts became hismind's permanent habitants. Telling him that he was not enough, that he had failed once againdespite his utmost effort to show he valued his friend and their friendship. He became used toasking himself "Did I not give enough care? Enough love and kindness? Did I ever put anythingabove 𝘜𝘴? Why is this happening all over again?". Alas, there were no answers that could calm theuntamed darkness which roamed his mind. He was directly gazing into the abyss, watching hisinner monsters clash with his morality; he refused to give up."And if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you" - Beyond Good and Evil, Nietzsche. پرنده. پرنده. Sat, 09 May 2026 12:53:34 +0330