Written for 'Words like Water' prompt/challenge (visit the website).
"Life is so simple; why do we insist on making it complicated?"
I don't own the PJO series…I'm just the crazy obsessed fan who day-dreams about it…=D
Life- you only get a chance at it once, whether you wish to make the best of it or sit around moping until it comes to an end. Hi, my name is Nico Di Angelo, and I'm a freaking son of Hades. Not that I'm not proud of it though, I am really, but I'm not proud about what I've become because of it.
Everywhere I go, every demigod I meet- they all expect me to be dark, uncaring, heartless and brooding like my dad. I don't know why, my dad is actually a nice person but he doesn't want to be considered as one. He thinks it keeps up his 'image'. So anyways, back to me. Whenever people do that, I ignore them, but it still hurts. So I become what they want me to be, and start putting up an act, just like my dad. Like father like son, right? Wrong. My dad wants to be known as a villain but I don't. I know I could stop, but I'm scared of what others would think of that.
You could say I'm depressed, and I'm not going to argue, I am. But it is worse knowing that I made myself like this. I took my amazing simple life (as simple as a demigods life can get), and made this big mess out of it. I remember when I was young, how easy it was, and how I just made it so complicated like it is now.
I only have a few people who understand me which include Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, Chiron, and surprisingly, Hestia. They all know how tough it is for me. No one give's me a second look and if they do then it's not a good one, no one wants to be my friend, and I've never dated in my life. I don't know whom to trust and I don't know if people want to be my friend because they feel pity for me. And I can't help but think 'I bought this on myself'.
Then, I saw her. She was beautiful. I couldn't decide what I liked more about her: her long, dark hair, her gorgeous and mysterious eyes, her rosy lips and cheeks... All I knew was that I was in love. It was strange, the feeling. It made me all fuzzy inside, and before I knew it, I was at her feet. It was the first time I let me show my real self to anyone other than Percy, and it felt intoxicating. I don't know how, but we were together; happily ignoring others stares, and just enjoying each other's company.
She always did say that what reeled her in about me were my eyes: sad, lonely eyes of an depressed person who was in desperate need of friends. I don't know what gave me away, but what I did know was that I was finally happy, and that maybe, just maybe, I didn't care how why made my life so complicated, because if I hadn't, I'd be one of those moping people. If I had tried to keep my life simple and fun without any difficulties instead of just making it complicated, then the best thing in my life would never have happened. I wouldn't heave met her.
So ask me, "Life is so simple; why do we insist on making it complicated?" I'll tell you why, because the best things in life that happen to you are the things that only happen when you think you're life is screwed, as if saying, "Keep hope," and why do we screw our lives ourselves? Because deep inside, we know that good things will come out of it.