Heroist
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On the way back to their detachment's camp, Moriner was in a state of mixed emotions. Describing each of them in detail would be an unnecessarily difficult task, but like life, which has no monochrome stripes, the young journalist felt a strange mixture of black and white: pleasure, fatigue, satisfaction, fear, shame, and anger at his own recklessness. But this time, strangely enough, he didn't feel like indulging in self-analysis.
"Well, yes, I'm a bit weak-willed. I had a clear goal, and I immediately exchanged it for another. I knew all the risks, but I still didn't do anything. But should I have? As my teacher once said, 'shouldn't we just be simpler?' Maybe I should strive for that too? The future is far away, but the present is right here, and if it brings you pleasure, why worry about possible side effects?"
Nodding to himself several times, the student felt a certain lightness and relief. Yes, it was written correctly in the imperial books; it's much easier to live with such an ideology. He should try to fully embrace it.
"Well, yes, I'm a bit weak-willed. I had a clear goal, and I immediately exchanged it for another. I knew all the risks, but I still didn't do anything. But should I have? As my teacher once said, 'shouldn't we just be simpler?' Maybe I should strive for that too? The future is far away, but the present is right here, and if it brings you pleasure, why worry about possible side effects?"
Nodding to himself several times, the student felt a certain lightness and relief. Yes, it was written correctly in the imperial books; it's much easier to live with such an ideology. He should try to fully embrace it.
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