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[Alexandr Korol]

to reflect on this topic now. So here I am reflecting with you that Mara hasn’t gone anywhere; she will always be here. Or as I wrote in other books 15 years ago, I remember saying that if you fall in love with a boy and just today decide you will be with him forever, then right that same day or the next day your ex or the one you dreamed of will call, reach out, or pay attention to you — that’s always what the system does. Or here’s another example. The moment you decide to move to another country or accept an offer from a huge company and say “yes,” on that same day or the next, you’ll be invited by five more companies or offered other countries, and you don’t know what to do. In reality, that’s the system testing the strength of your choice. Seriously, it’s like a test, a confirmation. If you chose someone to marry or decided to relocate, the next day to test you, the system offers many other options, often sweeter ones, and you immediately get confused, “What should I do?” If doubts arise and you’re influenced by them, it means you’re not yet ready for the choice you made, and everything falls apart right away. You immediately deviate from the path you recently chose. But if the path or choice you made is 100% right, even if temptations or tests come, you won’t even notice or react — you won’t have a single doubt. And if doubts appear, it means you’re not sure about your choice and don’t really know what you want. And Mara will always tempt you in every way. Always. There will always be someone telling you, “Work hard, don’t stop,” while another person says, “Rest, poor thing, live for yourself, love yourself, your beloved.” Of course, you prefer to listen to whoever offers you something lazy, right? That’s Mara — terrible. She has attacked my entire circle. Everyone. Each one. Everyone’s imagining things. And you know what’s interesting? It doesn’t affect me. That’s probably why I still don’t react to her — it feels like I’m awake alone with a crazy clarity while everyone else really lives in some kind of virtual realities, in some worlds. Everyone has illusions. They are all possessed by their grievances, desires, complexes. And I’m the only one, as if outside all of it. And for every person who thinks they’re looking at a wall that will swallow them, I have to, morally — not physically — “slap” them awake, dunk their face in icy water, wash them, and say, “Open your eyes a little, look, it’s just a wall, it won’t eat you.” And no one understands this right away — some get it after three days, some after a week, and some, still hurt,