26/07/2024
Sorraiya Nawaz
There have been many days in which I have basically wasted a lot of real time. By real time I mean the time that I could have actually used to carry out intellectual or practical tasks with the highest quality, to try to produce as much as possible in the time frames obviously attributed to such tasks to be carried out.
So I am not talking about lunch or dinner time. With this I would like to unveil the role of a singular character, namely Cinderella Man. Cinderella Man lives in a reality similar to that of all the other characters in his tale: bartenders, writers, schoolchildren, clerks, various intellectuals, illiterates, etc.
They all have one commutable attribute in common: being classifiable as human beings.
Cinderella Man, however, is special. He is always attacked by all these people and his house is haunted by traumatc noise and disrespectful ghosts. Cinderella Man never overcomes his fears by himself and never deal an actual final blow outside his house.
He does not know the meaning of victory and his haunted house continually deprives him of it. There are some people who share his same spaces. These people hate to see Cinderella Man expressing his will in a victorious sense, and therefore, even through the most absurd form of wickedness, if necessary, they repress every attempt of victorious revenge and retake with himself.
It is obvious that the Prince of the world thinks that Cinderella Man's intentions converge against his plans. And therefore he makes all his slaves believe that Cinderella Man's intentions and plans are diabolical, evil and of toxic origin.
A big lie, therefore a false testimony, decorates the garden of the thoughts of the young Cinderella Man and forces him incessantly to suffer diabolical damages from the external environment that only he can actually be able to judge, as diabolical in themselves.
The goal of changing home was actually born at the moment in which the second phase of Cinderella Man's life as a street-cleaner had been well-wished by the Regent of the Cinderella Man dwelling region.
The Regent had addressed the cohabitants of the house saying that it would be time for Cinderella Man to get a house of his own and start his second journey as a street cleaner from there.
Despite this, the Prince of the World has still corrupted the degree of judgment of Cinderella Man's house governors, forcing them to believe that still, for strange reasons of quantum physics related to the physical health of the same cohabitants, issues which are disposed on even numbers that are free movers by nature, it would not be convenient for anything in the world to let a potential “criminal” of Cinderella Man's caliber go free. Therefore another lie was mounted.
How many betrayals surrounded the figure of the young unfortunate street cleaner. People of all kinds with whom he had come into contact preferred or had orchestrated to give false testimonies and steal pleasant sensations when they had the easy and soft opportunity to do that.
Cinderella Man's life is a magnificent pain, and the greatest sense of the useless distortion of the forces of good and evil that continually reverse the trend without ever revealing which is actually the evil one, that is, the one not to be followed, of course.
It may be that in fact it is one of the most atrocious forms of suffering that a human being could ever have gone through. I believe that in fact there are different forms of suffering to be printed on a catalogue.
The great carcinogen complex has not yet been resolved, and in fact the solution born many times by Cinderella Man's mind has never been listened to or even allowed to vegetate in this nest of hypocritical busybodies where he is a contracted part.
He is never listened to. What he would have to propose is always discarded. Could it be for the good of the entire carginogen complex in which all those close to him find themselves in but what?
Why is there this sick need to let the infamous passage of time prevail over the impetus of the right criterion of action? This is what Cinderella Man asks himself. There is still too much desire to fall prey to the temptations of the Prince of the world, who even attacks Cinderella Man with his henchmen disguised by city guards or wealthy business thieves.
In short, a chaos of perfect betrayals aimed at a single living being, precisely a human being, who must pay the price for being born in this slice of the world and for doing the work of a street cleaner, as well as digging into hell work like never before in all his holy and good intentions, perhaps for additional trauma and the promise of a pleasant afterlife. This last thing is common to everyone, as the Prince himself states, no let’s get back to the starting point and I hope that’s right t be pointed out.
Furthermore, there are even those who lead him to think that he is constantly monitored by the angels and devils of the Prince of the world. His every move, his every additional step especially if in the career of street cleaner, is constantly monitored by the public and private spies of the Prince, who with their power of influence give greener fire to the false testimony that decorates the garden of the young man's thoughts since his qualities interested the Prince, and the more he is accused and injuried, the more he gets his pleasure to keep on attacking the famous and profitable innocents.
A bad luck? Time passes but nothing really changes. It is as if a savior will certainly put the situation back in order, again. But perhaps neither the Prince of the world nor the cohabitants have fully understood that the savior would only have to say: "what should we do?"; in order to avoid incessant requests of obviously diabolical nature that I do not believe are actually managed and disposed to kill or steal from the source (of the problem?).
A.B.
07/24/2024
