Potential and Duty

"There are always those who want to do something, but distractions and genuine setbacks create a blockage. Immobility is the worst thing that can happen to human consciousness and knowledge. Is this impossibility not valid? But why does it have to be permanent? The reality is that although one may instinctively grasp how to evade a situation and manage to induce discomfort, the solution frequently lies in the uneasy balance between potential and duty.  The man despised waking up after dreaming of her. The worst part was that his dreams replayed his past: the betrayal, the lack of choice, how effortlessly she had given him up, and the sacrifice he had endured. He was utterly exhausted by this humiliation. No matter how far he tried to escape, the unspoken conversation echoed in his mind, and no amount of absinthe helped before starting any of his creations. In the future, others would find rest within his work, but for now, he was plagued by insomnia and a bitter aftertaste from dreaming about her, even when sleep offered a chance to escape the world.

It is assumed that those who possess knowledge and a conscience have merits, as well as the strength and intelligence to gain power, influence, and impact. However, these assumptions are merely that reality often differs. Power holds greater significance than knowledge. In practice, a conscience can frequently act as a limitation. This is why knowledge can be acquired just as easily as consciences can be bought. Power alone is sufficient unless analyzed individually. This is why it cannot be viewed as absolute, even if all the words meant to instill fear and the strategies to maintain it are employed. On an individual level, there is always the option to say no. "What the fuck!" she exclaimed, beaming as she fainted onto him. He grinned, feeling content; indeed, they had experienced one of the most incredible sexual encounters of their lives before everything crumbled. He understood it, but she remained unaware. That's what allowed her to savor every moment. Each smile was genuine, yet despite her pleasure, she couldn't embrace it from the beginning, her naivety, her simple stupidity. When everything fell apart, those wonderful memories remained, nourishing a little hope, not in the past, but in the belief that others could be brave and agile in those memories. Not like him.

But in the group, in the mass and majority (and even in the undecided minority), the yes was a defense mechanism, guaranteeing cancerous stability. However, in the end, something was known. And that is why everything is accepted by the majority. But, although this group attitude could be excused, it is questionable. One simply has to change self-denial to rebellion, strengthening those who resisted. However, there is also the stability of those who are servile and opportunistic, simply maintaining their perversity to prevent others from freeing themselves and moving on to something else. The human being then debates between resistance and acceptance. Potential and duty. That chance, destiny, and divine will, among many other factors, mixed with reality, desire, and the laws of pressure. It was unbearable, and that’s why he was right to leave. Now, there remains only the possibility of returning, which, although he should approach forcefully, his stubbornness insisted that something had to be done. The possibility of duty became more than a play on words. Although, in reality, for some time now, he had been accompanied by a silence so cozy that a simple sound disturbed him.

Some individuals feel action is required but are unsure how to proceed. Others may not share this sense of urgency, yet they see the chance to attain an elite status. Fortunately, some do not identify with this pursuit, choosing to migrate not out of necessity but rather for the allure of exploring new experiences instead of remaining stagnant. Ultimately, humanity confronts, first, a range of ideas and, later, inevitably, actions that could escalate into violence. It was dawning in that colorful city, - I recognize my body - she told him with all the rage that had built up inside her. But in reality, she did not want to see that painting burning and seeing the ashes. She wanted to feel his lips on her body again and wait to feel so safe that hers would no longer fear silence. Her body was beautiful, just like her face, especially when she remained quiet and even more so when she sensed the gaze of other women upon her. But afterward, only fears remained with her."