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The Rice Fields

Leituras 131
Votos 7
Capítulos 11
Tempo 1h 10m

Leituras 131
Votos 7
Capítulos 11
Tempo 1h 10m

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For the first time in Dale's stale life, he is compelled to live mostly alone in his home during a pandemic. This unfortunately fueled him into boredom and a lost sense of entertainment, and contentment with himself. In order to cope with it, he explored the world around him and did what his mind impulsed him to do so, which he believed was what he was ought to do to mend his dullness of a life. Upon an inevitable event struck him his compassion and hope for his forthcomings, he is unable to bear with it mindly. Thus, resulting into a  deeper state of depression and isolation--- he's withdrawn all together from society.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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Boredom And Insanity Are Controlling Me, de VexingInk

Our protagonist has grown tired of the repetitiveness of everyday life and the inherently unfair nature of life itself. He becomes conflicted by his emotions, not wishing to leave behind the boredom and insanity he considers to be his mentors but still wanting to pursue the things he becomes interested in. Trapped between the decision to remain as he is or to pursue his newfound interest, he takes a leap of faith and pursues his interests, but he still feels empty after his efforts. After coming to the realization that interest isn't getting him anywhere, he falls back to boredom and insanity to hopefully fix his life again -yet it never did. When he has finally reached his lowest point, he has a dream that finally shows him a glimpse of the love and the promising future he has been craving for so long in the form of a woman. This is the final spark for him to pursue the happiness he had been lacking in his life; and the path starts by breaking off his ties with boredom and insanity. After finally obtaining freedom and seeing how broken the world was around him, he wondered how free he really was; he came to a realization that death might be the truest form of freedom there was. With this knowledge, he sought more answers. He saw the flaws of justice and reliance on religious beliefs along with the irony of sins and virtues. He then thought about the role of evolution, balance, and fate. He learned that everyone is bound by something and that freedom doesn't exist.

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