In each of our lives, there are moments when suddenly, sometimes completely unexpectedly, we move hundreds or even thousands of kilometers away, or, for reasons unknown, we remain stuck in place, drowning in stagnation. In such moments, we blame the whole world, everyone, for everything. Even our neighbor—because he has a new car and we don’t. And yet, we are older and—how could it be otherwise—wiser, so where is the justice?!
We sit there, frowning and lost in thought, gazing out the window at the street. Out there, life pulses, people rush somewhere. We wonder: Where are they all hurrying to? It’s not even mealtime. Or: Why are they dressed like that? For this gray, ordinary day, for this dirty, noisy street? And why, when everything seems gray, are they not gray themselves?
Three hours pass, and the figure at the window hasn’t moved. Only an occasional blink proves it isn’t a wooden puppet. Too often, we turn ourselves into mannequins of inaction. Most commonly, it’s fear of the unknown that grips us. We are paralyzed by fear—so much could happen, and no one can guarantee success, so why even try? It feels safer to sit at the window and observe the rich lives of others.
Success will not come on its own, nor will it come immediately—it requires time and persistence. Meanwhile, our life passes us by, and we don’t realize that we have the power to break free from this world because, more often than not, our awareness stretches no further than the opposite side of our window.
And all of this in an age when, in just an hour and a half, we can be in Germany, in two or two and a half hours—in France or England, and in three—even in Cairo, Egypt.
I will never forget my trip to Egypt in 1989. I never imagined that in just three hours, the landscape before my eyes could change so dramatically. Stunned by this incredible transformation, I admired the palm trees and exotic buildings. Soon, I encountered even greater wonders—the statues of the pharaohs: Ramses II, smiling so strangely and so meaningfully that a shiver of excitement ran through me like an electric current. What an extraordinary phenomenon—a face of a leader, a god, undoubtedly a mighty ruler, yet also a face expressing a consciousness different from ours, one that signifies the immense wisdom of an unknown existence—a mystery and its solution.
Even the marketplace, seemingly ordinary—with its oranges and bananas, its dirt, yet also its touch of mystery—held something in the air, an essence of something undefined, perhaps an immaterial presence, perhaps the strange and incomprehensible energy of the pyramids. A dark blue Mercedes glided silently between rows of palm trees, through the indescribable chaos and commotion. The sun, suspended at the peak of the sky, scorched mercilessly, but fortunately, the air conditioning did its job. We were heading toward Giza.
And suddenly, I realized that in just a moment, I would see the pyramids with my own eyes. A lump formed in my throat, tightening, while tears welled up in my eyes. I pinched myself—it hurt, so it wasn’t a dream. My dream had come true.
I—Zbyszek Nowak—transported by the magical force of technology, found myself face to face with one of the world’s greatest mysteries—the pyramids of Giza.
Each of us can achieve what we desire most. If only we think about it, and keep thinking about it, with positive, creative energy—our dreams will come true.