1 Prologue
Earth is a planet in the ever-expanding universe in an infinite multiverse. Earth is a planet that holds more than 4 billion people. A big number but in the end its nothing more than a number. who is say that Earth is the only planet with humans or with intelligent species?
I couldn't help but laugh at the irony. We, humans, are all oblivious and hypocrites. "do something with your life", "get a job", " school is important" , "let's pry to god for giving us food" , "sorry mam but we couldn't save him"
We think of ourselves as the centre of our own world because we only see what's in front of us with our eyes...but the truth is we humans are limited because of this. we are selfish so we keep our ideas to ourselves. When we win the lottery the first thing that comes to our mind is "what should I spend to on"...greed..... . when we die only dose close to us will remember you.
when we help someone we didn't do it from the kindness of our hearts. we do it because that is how society made us believe, how we were moulded by their rights and wrongs. stealing is wrong, fighting is wrong, killing is wrong, etc...so many rules and that's where we humans came in, where did these rules come from. From us humans. in the beginning, there were so few rules but then people with influence, power began to enforce more restrictions more "guidelines".....HYPOCRITES WE ARE NOTHING MORE THAN HYPOCRITES.....we FOLLOW rules made by humans.....POWER, MONEY, FAME, those with influence can bend rules sometimes even break them.
And that is where it comes in, a powerful force that is uncontrollable, inflatable, something no one can control. Luck is an oblivious force no one cares much or notices because we humans only notice things we can control or explain after all everyone is afraid of the unknown. some think its a phenomenal while others think of it as a belief. me I think its a fundamental force that we humans cant comprehend and never will fully understand. all we know are that its both a positive and negative effect and that its random.
Being born in a poor family where both mother and father fight, living in a small house that falls apart almost every day, having a drunk father that beats you to relieve his own stress, having a mother that has sex with different men for money, going to a school for degenerates that will bully the weak and cower from the strong, being born with a weak body. Is my life a mistake, is it destiny that I live in such an environment. is it that I am lucky to survive this long or unlucky that I survive. I don't know but deep inside of me I had to blame something.
my life flashes on my memories, my father's dead body, my mother's car crash, the one that I love found with another man, the "friends" that betrayed me...
the pressure of the rain on my body as the pain coursing through me, the blood coming out of my mouth and chest flowing out of my body washing away from my battered and broken body. my half-open eyes stare at the dark clouds above me. yet as I feel my breath becoming slower and shorter while the colours around me begin to fade a feeling of acceptance flows through...
me.....
"yes...i...
don't...have.....t.....
o....suffer...
an...y....l....
so sudden.
Gone, dead no one to mourn for me no one to remember me. my life was nothing even if I lived long even if I had loved ones to remember me I would still be forgotten after all who would care.
My life was a joke..........
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...right?
