II

“Why am I a tool of the system?”. It may sound silly to some, but to others it might be a hard question, too. “Why am I a puppet of the society?”, “Why am I being treated as if I was a walking, solid piece of metal”. My life is a cycle, a cycle who’s beginning and end I can already predict. I get born, learn to ride my first bicycle, go to school for more than 20 years of my life, get married, have kids, make them follow the endless and repetitive cycle of life that I followed/had to follow. The moral of this sad story, you ask? Live your life to the fullest. Carpe Diem.

I

I didn't think the time would be now. At the end if October, 11:38 pm. The moment when I though about how my inadequacies would overwhelm me, a 16 year old boy, lacking the strength and talent to do anything. Oblivion is around the corner, waiting for me, maybe its's not the attention that I seek, It's the evasion of dying alone, dying without a name, a name who'll be remembered, a name who'd inspire someone, in a negative way, or a positive one. Inspiration comes from beyond everything, it comes from the deepest corner of your weak human body. For some, inspiration can change lives for the good, it can also lead someone to harm, unfortunately. All this time I've been having this question, roaming around my mind, "Why do I exist, what purpose do I have for these silly humans?". I'm well educated, sophisticated, I know my sources of wisdom and morality. But, there's one thing I do not understand, one thing I lack the knowledge for to understand.

"Never prepare too much, only disappointment will follow"

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True

"I see death as a way of art, not a way of fear."

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"My biggest fear is that oblivion awaits us all."

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"Would she rather be alone, far away from me?"

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