Si Emerson at si Leia

24. Different Worlds

This is how I see it:

Everyday is a new world, with us expecting it to be provisional. The experiences we gather from the moment we realize we are awake until the temptation of dreams looms us in silence create the foundation, build the ground, and enlive everything on our new world. We put our everything on it. Everyday is a new world—but because it is, it is mostly barren and void.

We are reeking with weakness. The joy and satisfaction we ever so seek has eluded us, or more frustrating, has slipped from our grasps. It was almost there. We were almost there. But experience teaches us it is not so. We are not so. But we are fools, thinking that in doing same things with the same means will change the outcome.

Caught up in this vicious cycle is a boy named Emerson. He is the "almost" man. An Adam without Eve. A world full of nothing but potential, he turned empty. He kept on pushing his limits, only to realize he was overwhelmingly shadowed. The efforts he desperately wanted to show and be appreciated were likely done in secrecy—or in broad daylight, just that no one cared. He was blinded by his hopes. The way he reached for his dreams is commendable; how he fell is dire.

One day, the truth seeped in his soul. That moment of truth was when he realized that he was drifting—not far nor away—but back and forth. And he instantly knew what to do...

He must destroy his world.

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