Fairy Tales by Contemporary Writers: ‘Carousel of Human Existence’

Tales of the Future. Chapter III.

19.12.2023

“The Carousel of Human Existence” is one of the many incredible adventures of a girl named Alice. Enjoy reading! And at this link, you can access all the tales and interesting stories of Alice under the title “Tales of future generations.”

Carousel of Human Existence

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One evening, as Alice had just laid down on her little bed, barely closing her eyes, her imagination was already painting various images and scenes.

The girl, with great attention and scrutiny, characteristic of her curious nature, began to study the image of a person stepping forward. It was evident that this person was carrying a heavy burden. She bent her back threefold to bear the entire load. On her shoulders was a wooden stick that had to be held with both hands, as a large, heavy bag was attached to that stick.

And do you know what was in that bag? Can you even guess? Perhaps some of you will make an assumption until you find out the correct answer? Come on, friends, think! What do you carry on your back almost every day???

Exactly! Problems!!! Oh, how many of them have accumulated, barely fitting into that rope! Because it’s about to burst soon – with all that they’ve gathered!

Alice’s eyes turned to the left because it creaked like an old, unlubricated wheel, an iron carousel. It looked somehow strange, though. Instead of comfortable wooden seats (after all, the carousel should serve an entertainment function), on the ends of thick iron poles protruding evenly in a circle, clumsy attachments were welded. With these iron sturdy “tentacles,” they were pushing the next failure in life.

This person no longer had that enormously heavy burden, but it didn’t make it any easier for her. Although her back was straightened out, just like a sprinter’s.*

*Usain Bolt (residing in Kingston, Jamaica) – a sprinter, known as “Lightning,” an Olympic champion, ten-time world champion, and the fastest person in the world. (Джерело:uk.wikipedia.org)

And that person was running like in a sports marathon – just forward!

“Come on, don’t stop!” the iron swing urged and encouraged, giving even more speed to the runner.

And they kept running, running, barely breathing, but taking on more and more tasks! How can they cope with everything? Probably, they need to accelerate even more. Look, they’re gasping for air, but still running…

“Marathoners” are a different kind of people: they don’t complain because they are enduring. They try to sing everywhere. And their work is like a blazing oven – constantly adding more and more firewood. Sweat is pouring in torrents from that tired person.

“Oh, what’s the matter? Everything’s fine, we’re managing,” they say and even smile.

Alice watches this, but can’t do anything about it.

“Can people break out of that marathon circle?” she asked.

“No,” immediately came the firm Voice.

“Why? It’s so sad to watch those people. Can’t something be done?” Alice continued her dialogue with the Creator of Heaven and Earth.

“That’s their choice. They don’t know any other way to live. They say, ‘You have to earn money,’ so they work tirelessly.”

“What if they step aside?” Alice takes another approach, trying to find any way to ease the fate of the “sprinters” – those crazy “marathoners” who always run and run. They solve one task and set an even bigger goal for themselves.

“You can’t step aside. Humanity hasn’t created the conditions for that yet. There are no such laws – if there are no laws, it means it’s forbidden,” Alice heard in response to her question.

“Forbidden by whom?” the girl asked with curiosity and surprise.

“By government officials, experts, specialists, the interbank system, international associations (those who know how it will be better for everyone to live within the system).”

“And what about the thoughts of the public, the judgments of the majority of people?” Alice asks again.

“Humanity…” The Voice even held a long pause in the dialogue. “Humanity is disoriented, that’s why it exists in these conditions. It believes in the power of money; everyone wants to get rich, isn’t that so? They have completely forgotten about God. They build a rich life outside of themselves, not within.”

Alice sighed deeply because there’s no arguing with that. How can you argue with the Almighty?

The girl’s eyes now noticed some figures that stood out among the others. Although there were no “comfortable wooden seats” because humanity had not yet reformulated the old system of existence, these figures were rolling on top of that steel “whip.”

They weren’t running aside because where to? People are just beginning to see through. They quietly whisper to each other on social media, but globally they can’t seem to change the system. There are already quite a few of them in quantity, but there’s even more cowardice among them. Someone might nod in agreement, realizing that things need to change, but then they continue to work and support the old, rusty, creaky system.

So those people who climbed up there are not running anywhere anymore – they are rolling on the iron skeleton of that old system. These are the people who are meditating, some lying on the iron (because they are still holding onto something on this sinful Earth), but most have already lifted their eyes to the sky. They exist in a timeless dimension, praying for the enlightenment of humanity. They tell everyone that instead of running aside, one should climb up their spiritual steps.

Just imagine for a moment, if all of them together climbed up their spiritual steps and started gazing at God, who then would swing that clumsy creaky “carousel”? What would happen to it immediately? It would stop because there would be no one to turn it.

But is it possible for people to all at once suddenly see, learn to care for each other, showing mercy?

With this thought, Alice fell asleep. She fell asleep soundly. Perhaps the Voice said something else, but the girl didn’t hear anything anymore because she was asleep.

In the morning, Alice got up, washed herself, combed her curly golden hair, and said to herself:

“And to think that I dreamed such a thing!”

~THE END~