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The echoes of my mind

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The Law of Existence

The world does not move through fairness or justice, but through balance. Every wish creates a cost. Every gain demands something in return. To live is to keep paying, no matter how much one earns.

Victory and defeat are irrelevant. What matters are the gains and losses. In this world, there are no eternal friends nor eternal enemies. Only eternal benefits.

Once, two warriors fought over a treasure. Their blades clashed for days, their pride burned brighter than their reason. When both fell, tired and wounded, a quiet onlooker stepped forward and took the treasure without a fight. The world called him cold, but the world forgets — survival itself is the coldest law of all.

The wise do not chase the wind. They wait for the moment when the wind turns in their favor.

Morality is a shield used by the weak to bind the strong. It changes shape with every age — one century calls it peace, another calls it virtue, another calls it justice. But behind every moral law lies the same fear — the fear of losing control.

Goodness is celebrated only when it brings comfort. Evil is hated only when it succeeds. A cruel man who prospers will be remembered as powerful. A kind man who fails will be remembered as foolish.

Justice is not truth. It is only the agreement of the majority.

The mind is a mirror that reflects what it wants to see. When calm, it can show reality clearly. When disturbed, it twists truth into illusion. Many people live their whole lives looking at those twisted reflections, believing them to be the real world.

Peace of mind is not always wisdom. Too much peace becomes numbness. A restless mind may suffer, but it also learns. Movement gives life; stillness decays it.

Emotions are not sacred. Love binds, hate sharpens, fear warns, and desire drives. They are tools, not masters. One who controls emotion becomes strong. One who denies it becomes blind.

Time does not heal; it erases. Pain does not disappear; it sinks deeper. People call this healing, but it is only forgetting. Time's mercy is not kindness — it is silence.

Humans create purpose because emptiness is unbearable. They build dreams to fill the space inside them. But dreams betray. The silence remains. Always.

Wisdom is the price of innocence. To understand is to lose comfort. To know too much is to stand alone. Every truth removes a layer of peace, until only the bare bones of reality remain.

Ignorance feels warm; knowledge feels cold. The fool dances freely under illusions, while the wise stand still, seeing the dance for what it is — a desperate struggle to stay blind.

Nature does not care for fairness. The strong rise, the weak fall, and balance continues through destruction. Mercy delays death, but cannot stop it. Even kindness can become a form of control, because every act of help places one above another. Understanding this is not cruelty. It is acceptance.

Fate is not written. It is built, piece by piece, by choices, chances, and consequences too large for us to see. What people call destiny is only the shadow of their own decisions.

The universe is silent. Inside that silence lies the purest truth: there is no grand meaning. Life is not a story; it is a pattern that repeats. The wise do not search for reason — they watch, learn, and adapt.

Every civilization rises believing it has defeated chaos. Every one falls, proving it wrong. Order is only a temporary balance. Chaos is the rule; order is the pause between storms.

Humanity praises progress, yet progress creates new dangers. Knowledge grows faster than wisdom, and power spreads faster than control. One day, even understanding may destroy us.

Silence is the only thing that endures. Words fade. Memories weaken. But silence remains — untouched, endless, complete. It does not forgive or judge. It simply exists.

The wise seek silence, not to escape the world, but to finally see it as it is.

And so, everything — life, love, hatred, friendship and death — moves under one law: benefit.

Every action, emotion, and bond is a trade. The world runs on exchange, not virtue.

There are no eternal truths. No eternal bonds.

Only eternal consequences.