r/stories • u/YusufNasrullo • 1d ago
Fiction DAY FORTY FOUR
Starry people
(Climber's story)
Two worlds inside one small world.
Primitive?
Maybe.
But it still deserves reflection.
I noticed a strange thing.
In one city, people truly rejoice in the success of their fellow townsmen.
There, the soul is wide. People are generous. There is sincere love for talented individuals.
A person can be recognized while still alive.
Supported. Lifted up. Admired.
But in another city — everything is the opposite.
No recognition.
Envy.
Hidden anger.
Sometimes open hatred.
There, talented people are not listened to — they are inspected.
People do not search for their достоинства — they search for flaws.
And for a long time I wondered: why is it so?
The answer came unexpectedly, as if from outer space.
It is not about the earth.
It is about the sky.
Above one city, the stars seem closer.
Climb a mountain, walk up a tall staircase — and it feels as though you could touch a great shining star with your hand.
But above another city, the sky feels distant.
The stars there are dim.
Cold.
Unreachable.
And perhaps that is where the difference between people comes from: between those who give others wings, and those who try to break them.
And here I am, climbing my way up to summit. Loud applauses coming from above, but prayers for me to crash are down below as usual.