The Protagonist: Absurd Lines

For a drama reader, a tragedy is just another bold move for the writer’s mind but for the protagonist living within the scene, it’s just chaotic sorrow added to a life everybody was forced to live. I guess that’s another failure added to this gambling process and I presume I own the cards but have no intention to play anymore. I guess it is all interests but for me, the tiresome play is already predictable, and I see the Shakespeare tragedy productions had already let me down. I guess I have got no other options rather than living it with much concern to the responsibility that I already know it’s a lost cause.

Blurry this world for some of us but I am plotting as a Brutus, I am betraying as a Macbeth and I promise I won’t be deceived again as an Othello. The stereotypical events are repeated, and I secretly decided to connect the codex of every scene that I comprehend the cipher for the upcoming tragic world. Being the protagonist doesn’t represent any other stories but my own. I now care about reading more of my story which I don’t necessarily live to tell but just to enjoy. I guess that’s what it’s all about, at least for me. I presume, that for the ambition and goals, we will always undeniably choose the happiness of pursuing passion rather than making a legacy to tell for whoever lives next.

A scenario I did believe in, that one day the world is going to be a better place, but I assure I have changed my mind. This is a shifting move for the game where I don’t continue, I leave in the middle where a million ending is put to pursue an understandable reason for the unpredictable departure. I guess this is where I leave, throwing the cards, flipping the chessboard and most importantly, exiting the story I never really was a protagonist to. The world doesn’t necessarily have to be a better place, but we, humans, can.