Beginnings…
Life is a complex web, and the spider which weaves it a cunning fellow. Layers under layers, which cause the human mind to pause and gape in astonishment. Life is like a flowing river, going it's own way and shaping the lives of whatever and whoever it touches. It follows it's own destination, carving paths where there were none. Life is an intricate piece of work, where one thread unraveled causes the whole thing to be exposed. They say ta'veren change the Pattern, but it is in every human being, the ability to change the lives of those they live with. Life is like time, it stops for no one, it cares for no one. You must not follow, for it will leave you far behind. You cannot lead, for you do not know where it will steer off course. You must walk side by side, keep in stride and wait patiently. Wait for it to make it's next move. Only then can you trod upon new paths, paths which have been discovered, paths which are being discovered and paths which are yet to be discovered. Paths that lead to happiness, bliss and love. Paths which lead to misery, doom and hatred. Paths which lead nowhere. Paths which lead to places that aren't there. Paths which you must leave half trodden, for you discover that you will be happier to stop or even worse, go back. One thing leads to another, one path connects another, and in the end, you get lost in the complex web. Then, you wait for life to lead you where it must. You try to understand when and where it all started, and you get confused by your own thoughts. You try to communicate with others, and discover that they are as confused as you. Of course, in the beginning it is not like that. In the beginning it is happiness, love and bliss. Only when you begin to feel eternal and insanely happy does life do what it must. It strikes. It shatters your whole life and leaves you behind the splintered pieces, which you are afraid to touch, for fear of what you had and now don't have, and perhaps will never have. In the beginning it is always happiness… in the end…
'Alive, we are like a sleek black water beetle.
Skating across still water in any direction
We choose, and soon to be swallowed
Suddenly from beneath.'
Is this not so true? Life is so unpredictable, so constant and so surprising, it makes me shiver. We make a choice, and are frustrated by the fact that it does not matter. In the end, destiny will lead you where it must. It will then abandon you, surrounded by wilderness and despair. It is really unexplainable, the fact that most of us wish for death, when we have lived life. I ask you, what is the difference? In life, you are groping in the dark, blind to your surroundings and captive to your thoughts. In death, you do the same, without choice.
I start this story, with the sincere hope that I manage to fulfill all your expectations. Life is, alas, a very cruel thing. Me, I am just another pawn. Another means of achieving what must be achieved. If not me, then another. If not him, then another...