Everyone I know has something to believe in, something who directs them through life.
They are Christs, Muslims , Jews , Buddhists or anything else.
Some people believe in the kindness of strangers, or that life will be better one day.
I believe in nothing.
I don't even believe in myself.
I envy those, who pray every night when the sky is covered by clouds or every morning when the sun rises with her first rays.
I envy them, because they have hope.
They have hope, because they believe in something that's bigger than the bitterness of life and the severity of life.
They believe, that if they pray diligently,
someone will have mercy on them and rescue them.
I have no one to rescue me.
And no one could.
I got lost a long time ago.
No ship will come, and save me from the lonely island I am stuck on.
They all shatter on the sharp cliffs that surround it.
I don't even know anymore, how I got here.
I don't know who banished me.
I don't know-maybe it was me...
But maybe its better that way.
The lonely island is safe.
If you have no one to believe in, no one can disappoint you.
I mean, me , myself am already a disappointment.
I am a disappointment to the meaning of my name.
My name is Jake.
Jake, short-form for Jakob.
Jake, for ,, God may protect."
