•My Father | JJK

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Loneliness can be something positive like it can become something negative. Someone can enjoy the peace that loneliness only can offer, the only one around them being the peaceful melody of silence, like loneliness can be something that is merciless and stab humans deep in their heart as loneliness keeps reminding them that they have no one around them to love them, care for them. That they are utterly alone and all by themself with no one here for them. It's like, humans enjoy being alone for a period of time, but it hurts them deeply when they are alone with no one left for eternity. When they feel that there is just no one left and that no one will show up in their life to brighten it. It hurts. A lot. It hurts a lot to be truly lonely to a point where there is no hope left. Not even the sight of a faint light, nothing. An endless void that only keeps on growing bigger the more someone thinks about it.

One of their questions could be 'Why me?' Was it karma? God that simply didn't like them? Why were they so alone? Why? If love is just a word, why does it hurts so much when you realize it's not there? So many questions that deserve to be answered, but they often do not get answered. It is more of a realization, a discovery than an answer. Because it is impossible to explain why once you know. Of course, they know, but they wouldn't be able to explain it. An answer can be explained, either else, it is simply knowledge, nothing else. Knowledge is not a bad thing, far from it, but humans really should learn how to label things as what it is. It's like, someone can't label an eraser as an animal, because it is not an animal, it is an object.

Sometimes, their miserable situation is because of karma like sometimes, it is because god doesn't like them or it can also just be the consequences of that person's action, or even because the victim is simply the casualties of someone else's action. Luck is not always on everyone's side, and that is what we call life. But if someone is lonely, then luck was never on their side, to begin with, as unfair or miserable as it can sound or be. Life is life and some simply have it harder. Humans are still far too weak to control luck and karma. It is something far beyond them that they may never reach or control. Even if some may say the opposite, that humans have already learned how to control luck and karma, they are wrong. Maybe to some extent, someone can predict the future, but only for a while before they are left completely clueless. Humans are no such thing as a god and even if they are trying hard to look like one, they will never reach the greatness of this superior being that we call god. No one can, and yet, some inferior humans still have the audacity to compare themself to one.

One of those humans is called Satoru Gojo. Since his birth, everyone compared his person to a living god, but it was all lies. Nothing else but simple words and syllables. No one could compare to god in any way. And yet, such low-life creatures like humans still dared to compare a simple man to a being far superior than he, the mighty Satoru Gojo, will ever be. But, among those humans, a few still thought of this man as nothing but a human, a man. But, by misfortune, those people seemed to get away from the mentioned man. Every person that Satoru Gojo could trust, all became the people who he had now lost. Call it misfortune or the curse of being born with those burdening techniques of his, it's all the same and the results remain unchanged.

Satoru Gojo, no matter what will always be left alone.

And looks like this curse was hereditary.

His son, no matter what ended alone, like his father. No one left at his side, only him and himself. His mother, his dear and lovely mother, was the first one to leave him. Following the movement, his close friend Misaki, she was the second one to leave him. In third place, Al followed the two before him, dying by Leoni's bloodied hands. As if it wasn't enough, his best friend who also happened to be his teacher, ended up being his father who he hated so much. Like his father, he lost everyone he loved, one by one until there was no one left.