NIKE -Blue Lock-

War

Nicole's consciousness

Surviving is boring.

Many people confuse it with living, but for me it's an aimless wandering on a level plain in front of you, with no heights, no obstacles, no barriers, no descents.

It is like eating a dish without salt, without oil, without pepper. Eating to eat and not to taste, or try new things, or be with company.

A way of life where you fall into a whirlpool that doesn't even spin, a deep and endless ditch in monotony, in disinterest, in the absence of pathos. When you have no obstacles that make you want to hit rock bottom, or ambitions that make you want to climb back up.

You just fall, and you keep falling without ever increasing or decreasing speed, remaining constant in this dark pit with no beginning and no end.

And you fall for so long that you even forget that you are actually falling, you forget how or why you fell... and by now you don't even care.

And you accept falling forever.

Yeah, surviving is boring.
And what I do is survive.

A philosopher I really appreciate talks about the boredom of living.

Arthur Schopenhauer, a 19th-century German intellectual, addressed this subject significantly in his major work Die Welt als Wille und Vorstellung.

He believed that boredom was an intrinsic condition of human beings, related to the nature of human desire and the frustration associated with trying to satisfy it. He believed that human beings are driven by an inexhaustible will, a blind impulse or desire that permeates the universe and guides all our actions.

However, human desire is insatiable, and the attainment of a desire does not lead to lasting satisfaction but to a new search for desires.

According to Schopenhauer, when the will does not find adequate or satisfying objects of desire, human beings can fall into a state of boredom.

So boredom is the result of the lack of objects that can activate our will and thus that which offers us pleasure or gratification. When activity or interest diminishes, we are left with the emptiness of boredom.

"Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom, passing through the fleeting interval of pleasure and joy." he said, to better explain the concept he intended.

And that fleeting interval, in my life of boredom and pain, is victory.

And victory is for me life at its most sublime state.

That same night
Cafeteria...

"My fucking back..."

She sighed, closing the cafeteria door behind her and heading toward the water and general beverage dispenser.

It was about four in the morning, and she had finished her intense night workout. Her muscles were shredding from lactic acid, and the wounds on her back seemed to be begging for mercy for all the times she had made overly large movements, stretching them.

She was still wearing the wig and the same clothes she had trained with Manshine City in: she had had no time to change between dinner, the daily report in Ego's office, and the night training session.   

At that moment it was 4 a.m., and in less than three hours she was supposed to train with the last team she had been assigned to... she could not remember the name but she knew it was the German one.