Blindfolded Perspective

"Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is perspective, not the truth." -Marcus Aurelia

Gambling with the sequences of life, was a door Berlin should never have opened for himself. His very existence seemed to take a hit, with every attempt he made to improve his well being. In effect the people surrounding him, always got to tear a piece of life from his soul. A helpful reminder to every idea, put down by his poor self image and failure.

As Berlin's world splits apart, he loses sight of what mental stability, does to the mind. The feeling to be loved, and feel love, shouldn't affect him if such a pitiful shell of what he once was, is homosexual. As misfortune clings to his shirt like his traumatized anxiety. Berlin begins to question his perspective on the people around him. Is the lone sociopath that shadows his walk, really distaste his existent? Was his bestfriend, really engrossed with the idea of a gay relationship with him? Could a troublesome stranger really be, the core of joyful memories?

In other words, from a broken perspective to another. Is such a goal as high as, personal self fufilment really achievable, in this lifetime. Or is the mere thought of it, simply wishful thinking? As a stranger once told him, you can know the point, but not understand the question.