Game of Royals

31 Reflection

New York City Court, 9:02 am

One of jobs I am qualified for is a lawyer, how ironic now that I am the one being tried. I was in prison clothes and was escorted into the back of the transfer truck, completely sealed with titanium locks and handcuffs. If I were to escape the biggest problem would be the two experienced officers sitting beside me, both were equipped with batons. They blindfolded me and throughout the entire trip and was silent. I didn't feel like asking question, and they don't seem to be in the mood of answering either. Finally I felt the truck come to a stop. A moment later I heard the door opening, then I heard several footsteps. The next thing I know was two strong hands firmly grabbed me by the shoulder and almost literally pull me of my feet. I didn't resist, I just simply let them tug me along.

After walking about thirty paces or so, one of them said, "Steps." They put me in a room and said "Stay in here." Then they removed my blindfold and shoved me into the room. I managed to regain balance and heard the door locked with a click. Great, I am not even a criminal and they already treat me like one. Just great, from hospital to confinement, both involve limited freedom. Feeling nauseated I slumped to the ground and dozed off. That isn't something I do very often since it means letting my guard down. Which reminded me a saying in Chinese: "A heart for harmful intentions should not exist, but never cease in you vigilance."

New York City Court, time unknown

How long had passed? Maybe 2 hours, maybe more; I lost count. This might as well be one of the rare times I have to consider past events... carefully.

Q: What the heck happened to my life?

A: The best way to describe my life right now is that I got hit by a truck and ran over by a train.

Q: Is there any way to deal with the problem?

A: Not unless I don't exist.

Q: Then why am I still persistent to fight it?

A: ...because...because...I still have things to do.

Q: And what is that?

A: I don't know...I don't know...except for the fact I that someone needs me.

Q: Whom?

A: For starters myself, yourself.

Q: Is that the truth?

A: Simple...yet complicated.

Q: What is simple? What is complicated?

A: Humans, us.

Q: Why is it simple? Why is it complicated?

A: Humans are simple, but they tend to complicate themselves.

Q: Why?

A: Because of...because of...themselves.

Q: Why themselves?

A: Because of...because of...Desire.

Q: What is Desire?

A: Something you want. But you want it so badly; it overcomes your actual need.

Q: Then what is your desire Ling?

I felt like this self-questioning would go on forever, and it would. So I stopped; it was hard not to think about it.

"Desire..." I muttered. The door opened.