章節 44: It matters
As Sun gingerly descended from the sturdy tree house, his heart pounded with anticipation.
Each step he took towards the village seemed to amplify the weight of his decision.
The moon cast an ethereal glow upon the surrounding landscape, illuminating his path with a delicate, silver radiance.
Suddenly, a familiar voice sliced through the stillness of the night air. "Sun..." it whispered, carrying a hint of both urgency and trepidation.
Sun eyes darted toward the source, and there, standing beneath the watchful canopy of a towering oak, stood his teacher.
"Teacher..." Sun voice quivered, a mixture of reverence and uncertainty echoing in his words.
The teacher's gaze bore into sun very soul, assessing his resolve.
Shadows danced upon his face, etching lines of wisdom and experience, while his eyes gleamed with a profound understanding.
"You gonna do it..." he murmured, his voice laden with a profound sense of gravity.
Sun inhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling like the ebb and flow of the tide.
The weight of his destiny settled upon his shoulders, threatening to crush his spirit. Yet, amidst the doubt that gnawed at his core, a flicker of determination ignited within him.
"Yes," he replied, his voice a mere whisper carried on the night breeze, lacking the confidence he so desperately sought.
Without a word, the teacher gracefully leapt off the ground, his body soaring through the air. As he landed beside sun, he exuded an aura of tranquility and strength.
His hands, aged by a lifetime of battles and wisdom, gently rested upon sun shoulders. The touch felt like a lifeline, an unspoken bond between mentor and pupil.
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves above as sun teacher offered words of comfort and wisdom.
"You are afraid because it's your first time," he spoke with a compassionate understanding. "I mean, who isn't afraid when faced with the unknown? Unless, of course, you are something less."
Sun eyes searched his teacher's face, seeking reassurance amidst his lingering doubts. His voice quivered once more as he responded,
"Yeah," his uncertainty seeping through his words like a crack in a dam.
With a calm and steady demeanor, the teacher met sun gaze, his eyes shimmering with a mix of empathy and admiration.
"But despite being afraid and still forging ahead, that, my dear sun, is what true bravery is," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of years of experience.
Sun pondered the significance of those words, their gravity sinking deep into his being.
He considered the countless stories of heroes he had heard, their valor rooted in the face of fear.
The realization dawned upon him, a flicker of self-assurance illuminating his thoughts. "That's true," he acknowledged, his voice gaining a glimmer of strength.
"I am brave... I am indeed brave."
As the silence settled between them, sun teacher shifted his gaze, a pensive expression etching lines of concern upon his face.
He spoke softly, his voice tinged with a tinge of sadness and caution.
"But, Sun, remember, there are those who live shackled by the weight of guilt. Their actions haunt them, tearing at their very souls until they are consumed by their own remorse. Guilt expands, its tendrils reaching far beyond what one might imagine—seeping into your self-esteem, fostering self-doubt, and unraveling the fabric of your being."
The teacher's voice resonated with an undercurrent of fervor, each word piercing the night air.
Sun remained silent, his eyes fixed upon his mentor, absorbing the profound truth that spilled forth from his lips.
"Which is why," the teacher continued, his voice laced with an unwavering determination,
"no matter how small or seemingly insignificant someone's pain may appear to us, it may loom larger than life in another person's world. Each individual, traversing their own unique path, carries burdens that may appear minuscule to some, yet hold immeasurable weight in their hearts. Every feeling, every struggle, every ounce of suffering—it all matters, every single bit of it."
The weight of his words settled upon the atmosphere, threading through the air like a silent tempest.
The teacher's voice brimmed with a fiery frustration, his tone carrying the accumulated anguish of witnessing countless individuals belittled for their emotions.
"I am sick of them," he exclaimed, a tinge of bitterness coating his words,
"saying thoughtless things like, 'You haven't experienced what this person has, so why are you sad? You should be grateful.' As if one's pain can be invalidated by the hardships faced by others. And the audacity to declare as I said then, 'You shouldn't be happy because there are others who are way happier than you.' It's an insult to the our experience, a disregard for the intricacies of our hearts."
His laughter carried both a hint of exasperation and an echo of sorrow.
It mingled with the night breeze, a poignant melody of frustration and yearning.
It was a laughter born out of a desire to dismantle the walls of comparison and to elevate empathy above judgment.
The teacher's words reverberated through the night, cutting through the darkness with an unwavering intensity.
Each syllable held the weight of a thousand unspoken sorrows, demanding to be heard.
sun listened, his eyes fixed upon his mentor, the raw emotion etched upon his face.
"Everything matters," the teacher proclaimed, his voice a passionate crescendo.
"No matter how trivial or burdensome a problem may seem, it holds significance because it is a fragment of our personal suffering, our unique journey. We must never compare or deny these feelings, belittling them in the face of others' greater hardships. I'm saying it fucking matters, without a shred of doubt."
Anger colored his words, as though he aimed to dismantle the walls of indifference that had haunted him for far too long.
But as quickly as the anger flared, it subsided, replaced by a sorrowful gaze fixed upon sun. "I'm sorry," he confessed, his voice laced with regret.
"I lost my mind for a while."
His gaze softened, filled with a vulnerability that mirrored the depths of his troubled soul.
"I've been having nightmares," he admitted, his voice laden with weariness.
"They've plagued my nights, rendering sleep a distant memory. The weight of these dreams presses upon my spirit, dragging me into a realm of shadows and fear."
Sun, lost in the gravity of his teacher's words, remained silent.
Thoughts swirled within him, a tempest of contemplation and introspection.
The teacher's vulnerability resonated deeply, revealing a shared fragility in the face of unseen terrors.
Breaking the silence, the teacher shifted his gaze towards the horizon, where the first tendrils of dawn began to embrace the darkened sky.
His voice regained a measure of calmness, infused with the weight of experience.
"So, Sun, do whatever you are going to do," he implored gently, "for in the end, the decision rests solely with you. But always remember to consider the consequences of your actions, always..."
Sun remained still, the weight of his teacher's guidance and caution bearing down upon him.
The heaviness of the moment enveloped him, his mind a whirlwind of swirling thoughts and emotions.
The magnitude of his choices became palpable, weaving intricate patterns upon the tapestry of his destiny.
The teacher's footsteps echoed softly, gradually fading into the distance as he moved away. His parting words lingered in the air, leaving a trail of introspection in their wake.
"Keep that in your mind," his voice carried on a gentle breeze, "and always be sure of what you do. Whatever decision you make, whatever choice you settle upon, it is on you, and no one else..."
Sun watched his teacher recede into the distance, his figure growing smaller against the vast expanse of the village.
A mixture of gratitude and trepidation filled his heart.
The weight of responsibility settled upon his shoulders, an invisible burden that would guide his every step.
As the teacher's presence vanished from sight, Sun turned and embarked on his own path.
With each measured stride, determination propelled him forward.
The shadows of the night danced around him, a silent witness to his clandestine purpose.
As Sun stealthily made his way to Primus's room, a sense of urgency propelled his every step.
The door creaked softly as he pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit chamber.
The air was heavy with an atmosphere of hushed stillness, tinged with a hint of apprehension.
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ThatIsCrazy have I told you the definition of INSANITY?
Insanity is doing the exact same fkin thing over and over again expecting shit to change ,that is crazy...
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