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"I was alone; But I was like an army marching in a city..."
The author has perfectly written down the desperate battles he goes through in his existential pains. In fact, he wrote down all his wars and defeats, one by one, in his brain. While reading, it is as if we see quotes from the delusions of a man suffering from psychological neurosis. Every pain and every emotion he experiences is like an illusion that lasts sometimes for a long time and sometimes for a short time. While going through existence, the feeling of being able to exist, and at the same time struggling with the pain of existing,
Maybe one should learn to embrace one's loneliness.
I know. I know that I will no longer encounter anything or anyone that will give me passion. Trying to love someone is like taking on an important task, you know. It requires energy, dedication, blindness. There is even a moment at the beginning when you have to jump over a cliff. If one tries to think, one cannot jump. I know that from now on I will no longer be making this necessary leap.
