The Protagonist: Wandering Scenarios

 

Thinking about the world’s criteria of what change really means feels ambitious for a man theoretically changing the perspectives within a topic of study but also, feels bloody hell as by which Ron Weasley would prefer to describe for a man hysterically beginning a hellfire within a sky raining nukes. I presume ambition is a blackmailing process, where it drives you somehow to the wrong moves within a life-chess-game but for the humankind, we are not a bending-time dominance. We are dimensional to the facts, forced to move through a path we depressingly call life. Though for some, this is the only explanation for the capability of still breathing, but I don’t find it any correct. I see the world big for a little man’s dreams who is trying toughly to fit in any kind of happiness or success.

Decisions got me an order to roam every day in the deepest points I can reach in my mind that perhaps I find a purpose to follow. I presume as a vector trying to breakthrough this corrupt agency that for the life, this is not new. Black always existed but we are just regrettably starting to notice it now. This means that change is mostly delusional and therefore, it is harder to think about the strategies or even the consequences…or maybe I am burdening myself, nothing more. Thinking is nothing but a wounded desperate soldier who is crawling through this vast land, the mind.

I presume that the world gave me enough ambition to conquer a city but forgot to provide me with any sort of hope to lead the army. I am trying tirelessly but to no avail. I am not a rushing-things kind of a person, but my years are moving, and my power is beginning to trust me less. I am in this contentment of patience as for causing the noise, I remember moving my piece with a similar strategy and determination but lost the match anyway…