pedestrian walkway

When silence falls between us, his face seems to me like a word on the barrel of a cannon, and I always fear we might feel superior to him. One feels superior to someone who has had a bad day. Yes, offering condolences and comfort to another is not without a certain sense of superiority. Therefore, it is wise to realize that one should not feel a great difference between a good day and a bad day. I know that life has its purpose to the fullest since its beginning, and that one should strive towards this purpose with as little surprise as possible, lest one's limbs break from the collapse of the spirit. I drink water as long as it is available, and it has never happened that I was lost in the desert and appeared at the water's edge only to learn the truth afterward. But I will certainly accept the place as it is while obtaining water at the last possible moment, and I can say that it was a unique experience from that moment on. A few things were consumed by history, and the truth surpasses the most important of those things he pursues breathlessly with a tremendous effort, not without the hypocrisy of men with themselves. There, then, is the importance alone in this life, placed in great need as a being, and now to destroy and devour all that remains alive, drinking water while he is present. And when silence falls between us, his face seems like a word on the tip of the tongue, and I always fear feeling superior to him. One usually feels superior to someone having a bad day. Even offering condolences and comfort to others involves, to some extent, a slight feeling of superiority, and for this reason, one of the characteristics of human perception is not feeling a great difference between a good day and a bad day, and realizing that life fulfills its purpose perfectly from the beginning, and understanding its mission with the least possible surprise, so that the mind and soul are not disturbed by it.
There were many situations where I avoided happiness. I dealt with things coldly, like drinking water as long as it was available. It never happened that I got lost in the desert and reached the point of quenching my thirst with a sip of water before my last breath to realize the feelings that were stirring within me at that moment, but I would certainly deal with the situation as if I were drinking water before my last breath, and I would not say that it was a rare occurrence, because it happened.
What is truly exceptional in this life is for a person to end their selfish heroism (heroic acts committed out of selfishness) as long as the pursuit of immortality holds no meaning for them. Admiration for heroic deeds leads to a profound disappointment, a disappointment only truly felt the moment one realizes the magnitude of what they have lost—something that was within their grasp, its true value far exceeding what they strived for, a striving that reveals their hypocrisy. I believe that a person's sole significance in this life lies in their deep awareness of being a creature who has endured abuse and death throughout their existence, yet survived, and drank water whenever it was available.