Sometimes, something happened and"Emptiness" inside you grew slowly out ofpain or probably out of fear. Then, one day a stranger was born inside you. You could feel "It", but "It" couldn t feel you.
You just talk with your own voice, but you just talk in a totally different tone.
The familiar things arenow strange to me. Yes.....a kind of wound or grief can own such great power. "It" cuts your life from the past. No, It attempts to occupy you and transform you into something new in a subtle way.
In the beginning, you observe the world in a restless view, until your eyes are totally occupied with a strange dark shadow.You are calm and cold.The rhythm of your breathingis very regular.You are not you any more. When you step on your journey again, youhave been totally a stranger.
Memory has been sent to the distant country.The bleeding wound didn t hurt any more.
How do you suppress the disappearing passion to revenge?The stranger can turn Hate and Humiliation into sleeping easily.When you can stand up and walk out in each city you are familair, you know that you lost a lot.
But, it s just because you lost something important.Now you can be honest to yourself and the world because you have had no fear, because you have lost too much and nothing to lose now. This is such a paradox in life.
Sensible, reasonable and not afarce at all.
Unless Weakness defines the theory of tragedy, self-pity and sympathy is not necessary at all.
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