Enigma

Thousands of years… Billions of people… One, just one thought…

Freedom is not in money. Happiness is not in a brand-new Mercedes and not in kilos of gold. All of that is only the cover; the substance is inside, in the heart, in the soul.

But millions have forgotten this, and billions never knew… And darkness… The everyday… Emptiness behind the outer glitter.

There is no growth. Only habit — a gravestone for anyone.

We are squeezed by the frames we drove ourselves into. The frames we drove our heart into. For the sake of calm, for the sake of drifting along, only sometimes choking on visions of the life we lost, never even finding it…

Open your heart. And widen the limits.

Break out of the endless chain of TV shows, of hundreds of identical films that think for us… Of hundreds of identical people grinding the same thoughts… Such a life is death.

Look around… What do you see? People? No, only words, disjointed, without a GOAL.

Feel deeper… What you do not see, you can sense… For that sky, those stars you once longed to look at — that was with you. It is you who feel it now. Stars… Do you see?

Do not ponder what has opened to you. Just let it stay in your heart. So that you remember, so that you think… So that step by step you approach your own soul. Free it. Open yourself to other people who think, dream, live. Now this thought, this knowledge will be with you. It will be in you. It will lead you out of the world of ghosts, where there is nothing but habit, into a world where you gain freedom of thought, of soul, of body. A world where only you are given to lay your own road, the road of a new life.

Do you see? The stars merge into constellations. Thousands of years have passed — and they stand unchanged… Thousands of years have passed — and they are entirely different… Movement. Eternal, smooth… Close your eyes, and you will feel it… Open your eyes — it stays near. And you…

Thousands of years, billions of people, one thought… You know the stars. You have known them for thousands of years. You change in the rhythm of life. And in the darkness you become closer to the light. In silence — closer to meaning… Here it is — life. All that remains is to reach out to it…