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Tilda
The alpha had his favorite rattle taken away — his usual way of solving everything. And now the world is teaching him a different language of love.
Boys, I wanted to tell you something.
You know, guys, sometimes it happens like this with us.
You seem to have everything.
But between us there is a little piece of glass.
And it feels like all you need to do is reach out your hand.
But the glass is there.
And it gets in the way.
I understand that you are power.
Strength.
Money.
Resource.
The habit of solving things.
I understand.
But do you know what is especially interesting, boys?
The alpha had his favorite rattle taken away — his usual way of solving everything.
And the world said:
Well, darling?
What are you going to do now?
And the alpha is a little lost.
He adjusts his cufflinks.
Scratches his stubble.
And thinks:
He has never dealt with anything like this before.
Here she is.
His beloved woman.
But he cannot reach her.
How the hell did he allow this?
The world still refuses to give the rattle back.
Go on, then.
Save your beloved woman without your usual toys.
The world is a complete mess.
The alpha’s head is spinning.
He starts clenching his fists.
Give her back.
She needs me.
The world giggles.
Nope.
The alpha slams his fist on the table.
How the hell am I supposed to help her if I cannot reach her?
The world finds it funny.
After anger.
Rage.
And some very straightforward drinking.
The alpha understands that there are no options.
He will have to change his approach.
The world smiles.
The alpha raises a finger at it.
I will still get my rattle back.
The world melts.
Of course, alpha.
Of course.
The alpha tries to understand how he is supposed to help when there is nothing.
His beloved woman writes:
The alpha almost has tears in his eyes.
She is hurting.
She is alone.
I must get involved.
The world pats him on the head.
Of course, alpha.
Of course.
He is furious.
I am not a little boy, damn it.
Give me my rattle back immediately.
Nope.
Aaaaa.
The alpha explodes.
What the hell is power for?
What the hell is resource for?
If none of it can reach his beloved woman.
The alpha gets angry again.
Breaks everything again.
And finally surrenders.
He is trying to understand what she wants.
Stay close.
Dear God.
What does that even mean?
How is that supposed to help?
What is she talking about?
He loses it.
Gets angry.
But in the end, he still tries to solve it.
Then it turns out the question is energy.
But what exactly is he supposed to do?
Meditate?
Look at her photo?
What?
What the hell exactly is he supposed to do?
The world giggles.
The beloved woman has gone to sleep.
She is tired.
The alpha tries to focus.
Red with rage and complete misunderstanding of the feminine nature.
But still.
He tries.
He closes his eyes.
Still muttering that he does not understand how this could possibly help.
But he tries.
Phew.
It seems he managed.
The clock says 14:01.
What?!
Only one minute has passed?!
Damn.
The alpha starts quietly adding whiskey.
With whiskey, everything is more entertaining.
By the third glass, the practice goes more easily.
Hm.
Maybe this meditation thing is not so bad after all.
And now the alpha tries to focus.
To send little rays of goodness to his beloved woman.
But laughter breaks through the practice.
He feels like an idiot.
Boys, everyone gather.
Session, boys.
Now.
The alpha is properly drunk.
But he has a kitten.
And he will not leave his beloved hamster in trouble.
Practice it is, then.
There is still half a bottle left.
He is ready.
Not immediately, but gradually,
the alpha starts seeing that something is happening.
The flows are moving.
He gets better at meditating.
Energy really is something that works.
And he becomes more and more connected to his beloved woman.
He waits for her publications.
He catches himself missing her.
And notices that he is less and less somewhere else, and more and more with her.
In short,
the alpha truly loves her.
The world is teaching him that resource is not always the first language of love.
Sometimes you need to sit down.
And hold your beloved woman.
You need to talk to her.
Look into her eyes.
Kiss her.
Stay beside her.
And she will gently fall asleep in your arms.
The alpha does not understand it at all yet.
But he is trying.
Gradually, his whole system begins to change.
The mind.
The body.
Everything begins to rebuild.
He is learning to love a woman through energy.
He is learning to feel her.
The alpha is surprised.
But it is true.
He feels when she is happy today.
Or when she is in rage.
When she is crying.
Or just cooking with her child.
The alpha is learning to love a woman.
The beloved woman knows that it is hard for the alpha.
It is hard for him when there is no matter to hold on to.
When he cannot touch something.
Money is tangible.
Resource is tangible.
But how do you feel energy?
How do you see it?
How do you understand whether you are helping her, or whether all of this is nonsense?
Boys.
In life, unpleasant situations happen.
Yes.
That is true.
But do you know what else, boys?
I am not only in the middle of nowhere.
Not only that.
No, boys.
I am here with my son.
With my little boy.
He is alive.
Solid.
Strong.
And a terrible pain in the ass.
Sun everywhere.
I am sitting here in my underwear and typing because it is that hot.
When we wake up, the birds are singing.
Roman eats fresh, good food.
I have internet.
And I have my mission.
Physically, I am here.
But my work changes the alpha.
And the alpha changes the world.
Because the alpha is physically at the top of the world.
That is what kitten is, boys.
I change the world without physically moving mountains.
I influence the real force that can move the mountain.
The force that can organize the process.
Build the structure.
And scale the solution.
That is how it works, my beloved boys.
You know what, boys?
I really want you to stop looking at the situation only from the angle where the beloved woman is far away, and the alpha cannot solve it directly right now.
I want you to put everything down for a moment.
And see how much the alpha already has.
What he has achieved.
What he holds.
No, boys.
Do not stop trying.
Of course not.
We do not surrender.
And soon we will be physically together.
But right now,
you do not need to focus on the bad.
You don’t.
You need to remind yourself every time how much the alpha has.
How much of what people spend their whole lives striving for.
How much of what he himself dreamed of as a child.
All of this is already his.
Right now.
The beloved woman loves the alpha very much.
She writes to him.
I write to him.
I know how hard you are trying.
I know you are lost.
I know it hurts you that you cannot simply take me and bring me to yourself.
Protect me.
Keep me safe.
I know.
But I also know
how tender an alpha can be.
How caring.
How sensitive.
How an alpha can cry from feeling.
How the alpha worries when I disappear.
When I do not write.
How the alpha loves me.
My gratitude is limitless.
Protection.
Blinchiki.
Cartoons.
The alpha is always beside me.
I know that, darling.
I know.
I know you check the website and worry if I do not write in the morning.
I know, darling.
And I deeply value what exists here.
Between us.