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MY JOURNEY TO BECOME MY IDEAL SELF!

This is Something Like a Journal I Guess. To remind myself, that I have a Plan. A Plan Which I must follow.... Which will Make me The Northern Duke Of The Modern Earth. It's an ideal plan. But, It's there. And it's mine. I, SOKOMON, PLAN ON ACTUALLY BECOMING A NORTHERN DUKE ON THIS WORLD. THIS BOOK IS MERELY A JOURNAL I'M KEEPING WHILE I'M STILL THAT PATHETIC MOB-LIKE SOKOMON. BUT, I'M GROWING. I NEED TO GROW. I WILL GROW. In order to Become My Ideal Self, I'll Start an evolution in me on my own....

Sokomon · Realistic
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24 Chs

18. A Quick Run (Poem)

There once lived a boy.

He reached adulthood.

He was ignorant of the world.

That's all.

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He had his flaws, who doesn't?

He made mistakes, who doesn't?

He realized what he had and did not have,

That's all.

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The boy developed an inferiority complex,

Towards the whole world.

The boy killed his self-esteem,

Many do the same.

The boy then got greedy, Like others.

He lusted after growth, like a maniac.

He lusted after greatness, a rare greed.

He asked for feedback,

The world happily gave him.

He took the hits many times,

Realised his trashy traits.

Deleted them one by one.

That's all.

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The boy was lazy.

The boy had no desire.

The boy was a little trashy.

He didn't possess The Fire.

That's all.

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The boy had a dream.

The dream didn't possess logic.

The boy wanted everything.

Which meant no specialization in shit.

He dreamt of having all of it.

He dreamt dangerously.

He was like an adult kid.

Who knew nothing about everythingness.

That's all.

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He liked to write. He wanted to be an Author.

He liked Music. He wanted to be a Singer.

He liked Animations. He wanted to be an Animator.

He liked Stocks. He wanted to be a Trader.

He liked Codes. He wanted to be a Hacker.

He liked Tech. He wanted to be an Inventor.

He liked Estates. He wanted to be an Owner.

He liked to Invest. He wanted to be an Investor.

He liked his weak body. He wanted to be a Martial artist.

He liked many other things as well,

Just is too lazy to write it.

That's all.

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He knew He was taking a huge risk with his life.

He knew He'd either reach greatness,

Or reach the bottom of an abyss he had never seen.

He knew He could not learn anything by trying to learn everything.

He knew, If he half-assed it, He'd be half-assed for life.

He knew One Step at a Time.

He knew. But that's all.

He Only Knew. He had neither the intelligence nor the wisdom to think outside the box.

As He was ignorant.

As He was still a little trash.

As He was not the main star.

As, He was not smart?

As He was not important?

As, He was indeed ignorant?

As He felt an inferiority complex? Towards Whom? The World? WTF?

As He was still a kid with a grown-ass body?

As He was a nobody?

I. Don't. Know.

That's all.

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So, The boy wanted Something.

He didn't have many desires.

But, He didn't want everything of something.

He wanted something of everything.

He wanted to know something about many things.

He wanted to find out 'What his mind could do?'

So, He's writing it down, to reorganize his lax mind.

He's telling it to stop lazing around all day, you skullhead.

Exams are coming. Focus on preparing for it you dumb-skull.

Stop writing down, everything I say.

I said stop it.

That's all.

Dunno Why I wrote it.

Dunno Why I'm Writing it.

Dunno Why I'll Write Other Shits as well.

Well, That's all, For Now.

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