One picture 🖼️ one story

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This is not a picture… it is a moment, which has stopped.The evening is falling. There is a deserted path on the edge of the forest, and in the middle of this path a boy is standing. His face is hard, his eyes are full of anger… but if you look closely, pain is hidden behind this anger.
He had left the house angry. No one had listened to him. Or maybe… he felt that way. “I don’t need anyone…” he had told himself, but his heart was not ready to believe this.
He walked on, until he reached the path where people don’t like to come. Because, as they say, here a person meets himself. The air suddenly turned cold. And then he felt that the sound of his footsteps was not alone. Tick… tick… tick… another step… then another. He slowly looked back—there was no one. He laughed, but that laugh was hollow. “I’m going crazy…” As he walked forward—there was someone standing in front of him. It was himself. But this reflection was different. There was no anger in his eyes… only sadness. “Why are you running?” this reflection asked. “I’m not running!” he said angrily, “I’m just… going away!” Another “he” appeared to his right—there were tears in his eyes. “You’re hurting…” he said slowly. A third “he” spoke from behind, “And you’re hiding it in anger…” Now the boy was panicking. “End it all!” He shouted, “I am not all of you!” Silence. Then they all spoke together—“It is you…” As if a burden fell on his heart. He sat down on the ground, hid his head in his hands. Then what should I do…?” His voice was breaking. A mirror sat in front of him. “Just once… admit the truth…” “What truth…?” “That you are not angry…” The boy slowly raised his head. “You are sad…” As soon as he heard this, tears started flowing from his eyes.
All his anger… seemed to have melted away. A few moments later, when he looked up again, they had all disappeared. The forest was silent again, but this time, the silence was not scary.
He stood up slowly, took a deep breath, and turned back. The path was the same… but not the boy. Now he knew. Sometimes we don’t get angry. We just want someone to understand us. And when the world doesn’t understand, we have to understand ourselves.

That is the story of this picture.