"Devastating as it can sound, it is necessary to learn the rules of, well, everything really. Just so one day you can break them!". He prodded at the boy. Words carried an aura of self adoration, fortunately John was too young to conceptualise it. His big eyes seemed to visualise every sound muttered by the old man, absorbing everything.
"You see, my dear boy, people run away from themselves. Even at young age. They seem to enter a faint of some kind. It is truly a horrible thing to see! Oh yes.. certainly it is! There is no more joy. No more sadness in their eyes. Sucked dry, they look. Small things become big in their eyes. It is all a big lie. To cover themselves, ..yes, ...I see you understand. To cover up all that rotten energy stuck in their memories, experiences, and ah... the thing you cannot cheat misunderstand fake, their own feelings! Such is the nature of everything, movement. Stopping means death. Remember that boy. Never stop any feelings from its coming, and its disappearing. Never stop changing. Never stop yourself from feeling the pulse of life. All of the emotions are the pulse. They come and go. As long as you don't forget how broad the life is. It is essential my dear nephew. There will be times when you will not want to feel something. Contracting, stopping everything, trying to control yourself. Do not EVER do that! Do you hear me!" John gave a slight nod opening his eyes even wider. "Always balance! Especially in anything concerning yourself! Creating and destroying is balance too! It is the law of impermanence! If you could only reason properly you would understand: there are no ordinary moments. They do not repeat. You and I will never have a conversation like this. We can repeat these words, we can recreate everything! Yet, somewhere inside of us, it will not be the same. Outside of us! It will not be the same! Remember that. Do not arrogantly think that the moments are the same. That nothing is happening. Feelings are always moving. World is always changing. Mind can pull that trick on you. Boredom is just an illusion, a contraction of everything. It is a kickstart made as to evade unpleasant moments. Yet they are the same as the pleasant ones, if one was not conditioned by past. Oh my dear boy. This must be terribly complex for your young mind to understand. I am passing such a heavy burden on you. But I must. I must! Your parents are too absorbed in their own pain and fear. They do not see it. They do not see anyone around them. Stuck in a fantasy world they are. Irresponsible of their own experiences! Ah! People can be so irresponsible! Yet, you cannot but love them!" The old men went silent.
His lush white eyebrows were towering the pair of blue eyes. He pulsed, with all his body, and a smile appeared. "It is a beautiful thing love. Love is willingness to evolve. To change! Joy that it brings. Even terrible sadness can bring joy after it has moved! Ah I must not forget! Nowadays people tend to use 'love' as a synonym for their need as to not feel things hidden deep inside. It is not love, it is a conditional fix, conditioned by past, so they feel the same way they did as young. Never mind that boy. We must move on. Fear! Do not ever fear! Fear is a thing of past and future. Not now. Not here. When you fear, you must dissolve your mind, and return to your feelings. Only ideas can bring you fear! Other people will create ideas in your head! They will try! No one wants you to find your own ideas! They want you to believe theirs, going as far as telling you what to do and what is good for you! The key is: always first gather information from the inside, stop doing it from the outside. That way you will not get lost in others ideas. People tend to think they are their thoughts, and it brings them all kind of sadness. Which brings us to the present moment. Now. Do you remember the time you wanted that silly purple toy? You cried and wanted it! Once you finally got it, what happened?"
The boy instantly answered "I played with it!".
"But for how long John?" the old men slowly asked.
"Well, a bit! it wasn't what I exactly thought it is going to be like" the child happily answered.
"Yes my dear boy, such is the nature of things. We suffer for wanting something, and finally once we get it, we suffer because we cannot hold on to it, the idea, the moment, the object etc,. There will be things you will not be able to get, and you will suffer because of it too! Forgetting what happened the last time, every time. So it is impossible to know what is coming, or what is what is certainly the result going to be like. Technically, materialistically, yes. Our own feelings and energy, no. It is always the now which brings the undoubted joy. Feeling the joy of the present moment, will give you more energy to live a passionate life. To enjoy every sensation you come across. Every shape. Every sound, touch, smell and feeling. As long as you remain detached from them, you will be in now, and joyful of everything changing. Living the life passionately while remaining detached, will make the biggest impact, on you, your close ones, and humanity. Things made during such a state are never ignored by people. They vibrate with something which resonated on the same frequency as life. But beware! This is not better than any other way of living. You will never be better than anybody else. The same way, you will never be less than anybody else. All of this is NOT about perfection, or victory, or invulnerability. Is is about absolute vulnerability. That is the true courage of living. This is not about stupid decisions! So don't try to fight 10 boys in order to prove you are absolutely vulnerable! You will just get beaten up. This is about your 'inside'. It is about here, and here, and here. Inside. Remember it."
Silence followed, it seemed unnatural after the long discourse the old men presented to John. The boy sat on the edge of his chair, with eyes still wide open, ready to jump and laugh. All of these ideas went into him and disappeared. Not leaving a single trace of confusion or doubt. John was really listening. He was not distracted by concepts, ideas and arguments. He did not form an answer, as to agree or disagree. He felt his uncles' discourse from within. It vibrated in his body. It came, and went. John joyfully smiled at the old men. He received a wide smile back. "You little brat!" laughed the old men". You are too young to understand! Too innocent to forget how it is to be living with angst, anxiety, grief and bitterness. I am jealous of you my dearest boy! Enough of my blabbering! Now go off! Go play with your friends and enjoy it all!"
The boy gave a short laugh grinning, and jumped of his seat. After picking up his jacket, he started walking towards the door.
"John."
The boy turned.
"One last thing I want to tell you. The ones who are hardest to love, need it the most. Don't forget that" the old man smiled.
"I won't!" John ecstatically said and left through the old heavy wooden doors.
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