The Cable of Salvation

Inside of each of us there is a small vile pest that wants to poison our life with any of our weaknesses, whether it be lust, alcohol or drugs. He does not care what other people think about you, where his passion for you will lead you, he is concerned only with one satisfaction. At the expense of you, he increases his self-esteem. He does not care that you are his home, he is like a brutalized female, whose child is taken away from her, just with the same aggression that will appear in this female, he wants to master you. He will become a wolf in sheep's clothing.

First, he is looking for an excuse for what would be neat and not intrusive, so that you do not suspect his true purpose, offer you his services, calling pseudo services help. He sees himself as a merchant of happiness. You are well aware that happiness is impossible to buy, but no, he is so convincing and charming that you forget about everything and start using his services.

Starting to use his services, you really get good for a while, but you can not stop time, but you can use his services again. Some time passes and you begin to understand that without his services life becomes unbearable, and then this very wrecker understands that he has mastered you to fifty percent of a hundred. At this very moment, he appears already in the image of a rescuer, who, it would seem, is throwing you a life-saving rope in the middle of the ocean. And YOU, you are so glad to see him, it seemed to you that you already drowned, but it turned out that not, you are not alone, and you are not alone because he sailed not alone but with his friends, who suddenly became you brothers and sisters.

Another time will pass and the ocean in which you swam will become a simple puddle, so small that everything evaporates somewhere, then you will wake up and realize that there was no one, they were just YOU yourself. You will be so scared that all the doors that surround you will close once and for all, and there will only be one corner that your mother put in your childhood, but neither mother nor the wonderful memories of childhood will warm you. And with your childhood, only tears will bind you and not more. This angle will be so sharp that even your head will be cramped about something to think about. Everything will turn upside down so that the cable along which you were dragged along the middle of the ocean, and the chandelier in the room without doors will be the only way out.

Dear readers! Be the masters of your desires, and bring these thoughts to a person close to you, if the trader has already tapped with happiness.