We are all becoming what we hated. Very soon (perhaps late) we forget what we were, we find ourselves in a front where the enemy does not exist, we are only under the illusion that those we are fighting with is the enemy, while the main enemies are enjoying themselves behind the scenes. This is the show. The goals are limited, the ways are many and many, and everyone says whatever they say, and we are fighting each other like chess pieces without any thought, and the kings of the sides are watching us in the back of the war. Both have their safe place.
It doesn't matter whether the piece is white or black, everyone thinks that what they say is right, they can't bear what they say, whether it's right or wrong, which is logical, no one wants to back down from their logic, and the logic of each soldier is different from another soldier, and this is interesting. That's the story. But I don't know what color I am... Does that mean there is no third color? Maybe the example I gave is wrong... I don't know... I think I'm a colorless bead, a taskless bead left in the corner of the sides and looking.
was a little religious, so he went to the side that has a color of religion, at first he was comfortable with them, He thought that he had found his place, he took on the white color, but after a while he saw something that bothered him, he saw some of them at the back of the ground, and he said to himself: "Maybe it's my mistake, maybe and maybe and maybe, shame on me that if I make a mistake, only God knows, my face will be black..." He put on a black dress and went to the other side of the ground, thinking that maybe the other side would at least correct his mistake... At first he felt comfortable again, he said to himself: "They say that they have freedom of speech, so they accept my beliefs and words!"
It was like this in the beginning, he was slowly getting used to it until he realized that the meaning of their freedom of expression is the circle of their own beliefs, there is no place outside that circle... Their behavior angered him. It became colorless again... He went back to the corner of the field to see the show.
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It's been days now that he's been watching, watching the show... How beautiful and exciting, isn't it?! He still wants to have a color, he looks carefully. But nothing happens, he became more and more colorless like a dress that loses its color every day. He was tired, very tired... He went to the middle of the field and wanted to talk a little so that he might get a result... He was stressed, he was looking around... "How strange and unfamiliar but familiar" he said to himself. He looked at the clothes of the others, white and black, exactly like chess pieces. Then he looked at his clothes. "White? No! Cream? No! that is weird" He couldn't recognize it, it was hard for him, the more he walked on the ground, the more painful memories came back to him. He remembered his family that they often accused him because of his belief.
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They didn't know that he was colorless, they took his disbelief with them as if he was in the opposing team, maybe they didn't believe in being colorless, either you are on our side or the other side, if you are not on our side then you have no value because In error.
there is no middle, just like the other side. He said that to himself.
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"We had opened another account, you disappointed us..." they told him. "As always..." he told himself. These sentences made him think. Maybe I'm wrong... It's not the first time that these kinds of arguments happen, every time it happens he wants to escape from these thoughts as much as possible, but their frustration annoys him more and makes him think more. Don't worry... he said to himself again, but this time silently.
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He quickly got out of this thought because most of these pasts bothered him. Slogans could be seen all over the walls, the slogans written by the black team and later erased by the white team. It's like they are playing with each other... he said to himself with a smirk in his mind. The living and playing ground of every society has an interesting law, a law that was laid down by the same kings who were behind the soldiers, who may have soldiers who are completely obedient to them.That law was a restriction, extremely restrictive, for example, censoring books or banning their sale, every time someone said something or made a complaint, they said that, they were made by aliens and they wants to control our mind, or something like that.
Maybe they are right, but how absurd and baseless... He said to himself.
By the way, his family was also a supporter of the "restrictionists" party, they considered this action appropriate most of the time, which had many times caused arguments between him and his family, which may have been right, God knows. He was walking, it was getting boring for him, he decided to go back, but he decided to visit his usual restaurant on the way back, so that he could at least clear his mind a little.
The restaurant was small and almost everyone there knew each other, he always sat in the same part of the restaurant, the rightest place in the corner, a table with two chairs, if it was reserved or full, he took the food home and did not sit anywhere else. Today, fortunately, the table was empty, he sat there and ordered the same as always. The restaurant was more crowded than usual, a group of the same color was having a heated discussion, a hotter discussion than his freshly brought food.
He didn't pay attention to them and started working with his phone while eating his food, he was used to doing this, it made his mind more open, he was so lost in his phone that he didn't pay attention to the words of others even though he could hear his voice. "what do you think?! is not it!" One of the audience told him. He took his head off the phone and their staring at his eyes made him shiver.
If I don't agree with them, I'm sure they'll kill me right here. He said to himself.
He wasn't kidding at all, they would do that so easily, without hesitation, that was the people of the party.
Although he had no idea about their discussions, he knew why and why they asked him questions. "I have exactly the same opinion!" It wasn't enough at all... "What exactly?" Are you scared? The person who seemed to be the center and the main person of the discussion said this with sarcasm. "No, in my opinion, their words and behavior are Pathetic, they are defending something that is not worth defending, they are talking about something that is ridiculous! The more I think about them, the more I get nervous..."
The person who was just eating without energy and indifferent a few moments ago is now saying these words in a assertive manner, as if he has put a mask on his face and changed himself to someone else.
"Well done, exactly, you don't look like you are one of us" This was said by a girl who was in the crowd, a girl with long hair, someone he disliked the most, even her appearance blasphemed him, the way she spoke as if she had spent all her life in other countries, the way she ate in a restaurant, The sound of her grinding and grinding, the sound of chewing food in her mouth, whatever was in that girl made him nervous, so that he wanted to grab the girl's throat with one hand and press as hard as he could, and with the other hand, he tried to punch it on her face and her duck like mouth. At that moment, nothing made him feel worse than being confirmed by that girl.
He took a deep breath to prevent these thoughts from coming true.
"Many people don't look like they do some like that by the way, anyway, this was my belief, you asked me and I answered, I have to go to work tomorrow, have a good night, for now"
That's enough, people know others by their words, as soon as the other person's logic and words are like their own, they know the other one's from themselves and trust them, all people are like that, even myself... He said that in his mind and moved on.
In the restaurant, another person was eating alone, a girl with almost short black hair, as well as her colleague at work. Whenever he looked at that girl, it was as if he saw his own reflection, even though he didn't know her, even though they were colleagues, he didn't even know her name, maybe he would ask her name later. It was almost late and he was at home, living alone, he didn't hate his family, but he didn't want to hurt them because he didn't agree with them.
Before going to sleep, he poured tea into a glass, among other drinks like coffee or milk, he preferred tea. The words he said in the restaurant had worried him, although it was little, but not only did it not help his color, but he was more colorless than ever, their behavior, their reaction, and most importantly, his own behavior. How he painted himself for his own benefit and to get rid of his problems without being one of them. Anyway, what was and should be, to think about The past is useless... The more he thought about this, the more it annoyed him, so he quickly fell asleep after finishing the tea. As always, he dodged it again.