In the stillness of a dusk filled with eternal sighs

In the stillness of a dusk filled with eternal sighs, I wander through the corridors of thoughts, where shadows whisper truths. The tragic spirit emerges, a veil of somber reality, That the world and life offer no satisfaction, no true value. This tragic suspicion leads to resignation, a deep, silent surrender, Eroding innocent happiness, leaving a void where joy once dwelled. Yet, within this genre of existence, a secret wisdom hides, A choice of perspective, a shift in the silent course of the narrative. To remember innocence and happiness with the eyes of wisdom, Is to exchange tragedy for the conscious choice of joy. In this Odyssey of consciousness, realms of existence unfold, Where maps of past happiness guide us through the labyrinths of despair. Lost in a realm of overwhelming pain, each step a heavy burden, But if happiness once touched your soul, it remains a beacon, A guiding star in the midst of the endless night, leading us back to light, Rebuilding the Socratic palace, with walls of innocence and joy. Each brick a memory, each room a fragment of pure laughter, Building on the foundations of moments untouched by the decay of time. A world reborn from the ashes of resignation, blooming anew, Where the conscious choice to prefer happiness rewrites our fate. In this palace, reflections of past pain become windows of hope, For the grip of the tragic spirit weakens in the light of our wisdom. And in this sacred space, new beginnings arise, A tapestry woven with threads of joy, resilience, and endless wonder.