A Dream of Hope

V

I had no escape. But I knew it all along. Humans are predictable. You can always tell the nature of others. They think you don't know them, but they never act alone. People are all the same, and act in the same manner. Once you get to know one, you get to know them all. My only destiny was suicide, but not by my own hand. It was the end, my end. We don't always end up receiving what we desire nor what wish for. We'll never be asked twice about the same thing, so whenever the future offers us opportunities, we ought to take them. But wishes are only what we want to happen, not what the future has in store for us.

At the least, I lived my joy, or what I considered as joy. It seems like this cycle of happiness and pain never ends. It goes on and on, never halting for even one single second. Everything that lasts too long will start making no sense. After repeating this cycle my whole life, I couldn't understand what it had done to me. It did indeed change me, but not for the better. I became a dreamer, and returned to the ground, fertilizing the ground for plants and grains. Now I can finally rest in peace as the coward I was, as the coward I am, and as the coward I will forever be. My soul is now closer to my family's, and we live together, happily, and no person can bother us, our remains being of the most unimportant of uses. This is a life I consider better than a dream of fleeing without end, or a utopic dream. I have to say in the end, that death will always be valued more importantly than a fragment of puny life where we endlessly flee and try to cheat the inevitable.