SeonSeia
Hello, Goodbye
- Sep 13, 2023
- 35
If you think about it, death is like magic. Some sort of rule-defying spell full of mysteries. What happens? How? Why? But it'll make you happy. And if you show the right person, they'll smile. I don't know what I want, I don't know if I'll ever be okay. I just know that in my future, I'll be happy. Somehow. The way I see it, isn't the world black and white? If a mystical spell dissolves my feelings into nothingness, my hardships will all be erased. If I'm not sad, I'll be happy. Surely. I know there are a million shades of grey. More than just black and white. But if I don't know the workings behind this magical spell, can't I just make it be whatever I desire? Why can't I? Don't I deserve that, at least? I feel like I've been disadvantaged. It doesn't feel fair. But I'm over it. People have struggled more and made it out alive. I know I could too. I just can't. I can't. Isn't that just another disadvantage of mine? I'm not strong enough, and I'll never be, as long as I live. So I'll just have to rely on trickery and fancy spells instead of brute strength. That's how the weak heros in all those stories make it through. But I'm not a hero. I'm just me. And that's all I'll ever really be.
