I don't remember when did I arrive at this place.
I only remember–no, it's awful, so awful.
This world is magical, ambiguous, and frustrating to live in.
I was going to get cut in half by some enormous creature.
I am scared– awfully so.
Living is hard.
Dying is even far more harder.
And what is most hard is looking forward.
Unfortunately, I can't live without pain, die without pain, and even look forward without expecting pain.
Pain is inevitable.
I always thought that every human in life is like a pawn. Very loyal to the people higher than him, as he was enslaved to them, and the truth was, everyone is a slave for something.
Pain is in my prologue, but will it be in my conclusion, my first chapter, my whole story?.
I hope it doesn't, because if it does, that will prove the point that pain is inevitable.
Life stands out for the pleasure it contains. My father said that, but I didn't believe him.
Now, I want to go and live in the life that I called gruesome, distasteful without looking at the lives of those who suffered. I need to be glad, glad to have a life, a family, a goal, Some people lose their goals due to irreverence.
they are IN PAIN .