Prologue:
I am possessed.
Possessed by what, you say? It is a feeling, a sensation that I have difficulty in understanding.
I am certain it is not love.
I have experienced it, or what I think it is, all shades of that thing that once clouded my thoughts. While it is enjoyable when it lasts, the world shatters me, and it forcefully ends. From this unreasonable, irrational emotion I have inspired a miracle, yet the blood flowing in my veins are undoubtedly tinged with regret.
I am unsure whether it is happiness.
Through my journey I have long forgotten what it is to be happy.
Is it to be content with life? With people still pondering the meaning of life, I can hardly be satisfied with such an answer. Though people who are satisfied are undoubtedly 'happy', humans being the irrational beings they are, will never be satisfied.
Hence, with the limited knowledge I possess, I conclude happiness is not a real emotion.
It is a desire to help.
To help those in need, and to show people the way, with its perils and constant dangers that lurk at every turn. I shall give the people I will call my friends the courage they need to seek the future.
Yes. I believe they call it hope.
The ones that can truly be saved are the ones that can help themselves.I can only do so much. Past events taunt me, save me and remind me: Intentions no matter how noble, when forced upon others, are ineffective, unwelcome, evil.
And I accept it.
As I feel the familiar sensation of the earth bolting towards me, matter rearranging itself as air slashes my face, I am born.
I will bring forth hope.
I will bring forth despair.
But above all:
I shall bring forth faith.
…
I think.
Therefore I am.