Chapter 1: The Gardener's Reflection

On an overcast afternoon, a gardener kneels to work the soil with his hands while two figures occupy a nearby bench. One of them begins to express his inner turmoil.

“I find myself always in a rush, even in moments of stillness. These pauses feel obligatory, merely interruptions on a relentless path toward some elusive summer bliss. I take a seat only after completing a fraction of my daily tasks, yet my mind is consumed by a chaotic noise urging me toward the next goal. At times, I can't even identify what that goal is. My mind relentlessly insists that I must keep moving forward, or else I will fall behind. I constantly feel like I'm late. Is this simply a failure to embrace my responsibilities, dear father? All I seek is tranquility of mind, yet I am burdened with guilt for not being fully immersed in my obligations and projects. The person I aspire to be seems effortlessly adept at juggling his responsibilities. And so, I find myself ensnared in this cycle of thought once more...

I am weary of this mindset, tired of these feelings, and exhausted by voicing them. I don’t wish to complain, do you understand? Am I expressing grievances, or am I merely disoriented and in search of direction? Am I manufacturing my own dilemmas? Where does one draw the line, and what is the distinction?

The things I cherish in life are beginning to absorb the negativity I surround them with. I refuse to let that happen. I do not want the very aspects of life that make it worthwhile to deteriorate. What could be worse, father? The loss of a loved one? Yet, these are not insignificant matters I discuss. They are forces that envelop me, entities I hold dear, threads of existence that draw forth my best self. Isn’t this akin to mourning the loss of those we love?

“Stop thinking. Stop talking.” — Yes, I am aware, I’ve heard it all before. Why is it that I continue to encounter so-called solutions while the problems persist, and in some cases, worsen? My own or those of others. I have tried silence; I have tried to listen. But the world continues its relentless pace. What I seek is experiential wisdom, specific insights into the mind's workings, rather than mere platitudes. Who are we to claim mastery of the simple when all we do is numb ourselves with mindless screen time?

And here I am, trapped in the same cycle again, father. I criticize others with such intensity that I often overlook my own faults. Addictions, pride, laziness, cowardice, willful ignorance—shall I continue? Is my existence not tainted then? What value do my words hold?

Amidst all that I share, I experience a peculiar mix of shame and futility intertwined with a sense of relief. This is yet another puzzle I cannot resolve.

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At times, I do find a sense of calm, and quite often, I even experience joy. However, I am eager to comprehend the deep-seated distress and melancholy that occasionally visits me. I do not wish to banish life's sorrow; I simply desire clarity and understanding.”

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