Jed knew he had heard a voice echo slowly from behind, but he never bothered to check what it was. Walking along the middle of the path, he headed slowly toward his cabin in the distant hills, where he thrived far from the face of humanity. The path held a little light and enough darkness to consume him and whatever good was left in him. He walked slowly, looking down to watch his steps so he wouldn't get dirty, because that was one of the reasons he was moving far away from people.
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The distant cacophony, endless chatter, and echoes of distant construction made him feel the weight of what he feared—the echoes of humanity that drove him to live in the hills just to escape what he thought was trouble. Jed was a dark, tall man, quiet in nature, but his heart held endless conversations.
The reason for living in the distant hills was written all over his face: I want peace. Maybe that was what he thought, but peace needed something more than just distance from people—a truth he knew nothing about. Jed had lived his entire life trying to understand the voice in his head, which was usually silent, but every word it spoke had something to do with his life.
The voice was what he wanted to understand, and maybe that required another way to figure it out. Jed had walked past the ruthless thorns and trenches on his dark road back to his cabin when he finally got a glimpse of what the voice wanted him to do. It came like any other thought, but that was strange because now he was able to differentiate between his ordinary thoughts and the roaring urgency of where the voice wanted him to be.
It all happened fast, coming as a presence he needed in his life. When everything had gone dark, living alone and losing all that he loved, the voice reassured him he wasn't alone. He heard something that could make him good or keep him fighting. The voice reminded him that all was not lost, but that this was part of the big journey of knowing himself in a solitary cabin—a place that could shape him into the man he wanted to be.
The voice echoed in his head, and suddenly he felt the urge to speak out. The voice was the only thing in his mind, and it needed to be let out so he could hear it clearly. It started:
"Jed, take it easy. When left and right go dark and you are trapped in the middle, I have been with you for a long time, but the noise wouldn't let me speak. Now you are alone, and I know I will speak to you more often. You have unlocked the consciousness in you, and now you will see the magic you possess—to see things as they are, not the way you want to see them or the way the world wants you to believe. Solitude made you believe you could go blank and find peace within yourself, but it comes with a price. Knowing more and seeing through things is the harshest thing a human being can live with."
The voice faded, and Jed felt a cold chill run down his spine. His heart grew heavy, each word leaving a permanent mark in his mind. Life was now clearer; he knew what living truly entails. He walked back inside his cabin, barely noticing how fast time went, his mind occupied with the distant voice—the echo of the life he wanted while living apart in his cabin.
The cabin was where he felt life again, yet every moment was hard on him as he looked at the pictures on the wall of those he loved most. The melancholic voices of old folks and friends were what he carried within. The life of a soldier hits different—that was what he finally believed, and he was now ready to live the rest of his days with the fragments of joy and pain he could remember.
He looked at the picture of his loved one—his wife—and said, "I wish you were here to be with me. Wherever you are, know that I loved you, and in your embrace, I felt true comfort. Goodbye. I won't see you again, but I will try to live as if you were still here with me."
Jed shed tears and tapped the wall many times, asking, "Why me? Why me?"
The voice echoed again: "I am sorry you are going through all of this, but something good is coming. The consciousness you have will make you choose friends and a wife who will make you truly happy. I don't know when, but at least you will see through people and recognize the real person, not the fake image they display."
Jed held his head, fidgeting with his fingers as memories echoed in his mind. I am a sailor, but maybe I don't need to sail through the storm until I am ready. Jed bowed his head, and then the light went off.
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