Upon Awakening

"Who am I?" "Where did I come from?" "Where am I going?" I think these are the questions everyone is asking themselves constantly. I am not an exception.

I woke up from a state of dreamless restlessness to find it very peculiar, for me to be here at this very moment. My memory's almost a blur in the air. What have I been doing? I've done things I tried hard not to do before. I like my things to be simple and clean, yet there are a little too much cluttered confusion and tangled histories, pointless strifes and unnecessary facades.

Pointless. Why am I still entertaining this hideous and silly attempt of a stage play? Have I really fallen that low? It's pathetically horrible I can almost laugh at it without feeling the remorse. I blamed it on my weaknesses before, but something is still wrong. Where did I begin? How did something so precious become such a monster of an unspeakable shadow?

You, who I can trust to slap my face should I falter on my way.



There's an ideal founded by a desire to embrace everything. That I should always do these things: make my own bed, confront myself and right my wrongs. There's a sad world driven mad by fear and thrown into unrest - to what extend can I love it?

Friend! I call for your aid. Will you support me this time?