What is life? In our reality people think of life as a right, something they have and no one can take. We are living beings, what means we breath, move, rest and consume energy daily. But we are also humans, what means we feel and think as well, unlike other creatures that live with us.
For me life is like a book, a novel, a plot created by an author. No matter how much we struggles, how much we wish we’ll always be at the mercy of the author’s will. “Why?” You may be asking. If I was right and you really asked that, I am sorry but I have to say you’ve got quite the narrow mind my dear friend. We, simple humans, are the characters in this plot, when we think of it we see ourselves as the most important thing ever, we are essential, important and useful, but looking further into the subject, we are just pieces of trash kept as mere objects, puppets of the author’s ideas, useless and stupid he can get rid of us whenever he wants and for any reason.
No matter if I say I don’t want to be a part of this novel I will be. The Author controls our destiny, decides whether w live or die, suffer or succeed, He chooses our every thought, every single move of your body is His idea. We don’t know who The Author is, some say He is God, others say He is the power of nature, and others say He doesn’t exist. Maybe only the first, the second or the third are right, maybe all of them are, or, who knows, neither one is. We may never know the truth.
I am tired of being a simple toy, I want to be The Author, to play with people’s lives as though they were my puppets, to rule over death, to be the ultimate power in this world, but if I did I would be agreeing with what The Author imposes, I would be accepting these thoughts and following them, but no matter what I will defy it, these powers that control life and death that are still unknown to humanity, this fate that lead me down the path to the deep darkness I’m engulfed in, I will defy it, even if my life is taken, I will be the living proof that if something superior exists, we, humans, can control it, that we can be the rulers of our own world, the authors of our story.
Who am I you may ask, I have no name, they simply call me by a word they created, and I will allow you to call me that as well. From now on my dear friend, you know me as D.A.R.E. The one who one day, will also be forgotten, will be buried like any other human being, but who will have fought till his last moments against fate and everything he knew as true, the one who defied the Gods.
Introducion - D.A.R.E.
What is life? In our reality people think of life as a right, something they have and no one can take. We are living beings, what means we breath, move, rest and consume energy daily. But we are also humans, what means we feel and think as well, unlike other creatures that live with us.
For me life is like a book, a novel, a plot created by an author. No matter how much we struggles, how much we wish we’ll always be at the mercy of the author’s will. “Why?” You may be asking. If I was right and you really asked that, I am sorry but I have to say you’ve got quite the narrow mind my dear friend. We, simple humans, are the characters in this plot, when we think of it we see ourselves as the most important thing ever, we are essential, important and useful, but looking further into the subject, we are just pieces of trash kept as mere objects, puppets of the author’s ideas, useless and stupid he can get rid of us whenever he wants and for any reason.
No matter if I say I don’t want to be a part of this novel I will be. The Author controls our destiny, decides whether w live or die, suffer or succeed, He chooses our every thought, every single move of your body is His idea. We don’t know who The Author is, some say He is God, others say He is the power of nature, and others say He doesn’t exist. Maybe only the first, the second or the third are right, maybe all of them are, or, who knows, neither one is. We may never know the truth.
I am tired of being a simple toy, I want to be The Author, to play with people’s lives as though they were my puppets, to rule over death, to be the ultimate power in this world, but if I did I would be agreeing with what The Author imposes, I would be accepting these thoughts and following them, but no matter what I will defy it, these powers that control life and death that are still unknown to humanity, this fate that lead me down the path to the deep darkness I’m engulfed in, I will defy it, even if my life is taken, I will be the living proof that if something superior exists, we, humans, can control it, that we can be the rulers of our own world, the authors of our story.
Who am I you may ask, I have no name, they simply call me by a word they created, and I will allow you to call me that as well. From now on my dear friend, you know me as D.A.R.E. The one who one day, will also be forgotten, will be buried like any other human being, but who will have fought till his last moments against fate and everything he knew as true, the one who defied the Gods.