Realizations

He stood on the top of the cliff overlooking the waters. His loose hair blowing in the wind, he looked towards the horizon –alone.

"What is the point of living?" he asked.

He's searched the world, combing the earth and its colonies for a meaning in life.

After the war ended, he isolated himself from society, and from his comrades at war –no, his friends'- concerns for him. From playful masks to hide worries, to silent glances from corners of eyes, he flinched away.

He didn't want their concern, their pity.

He's always believed that it's the job for the strong to protect the weak. He did just that straight from the beginning. The beginning of Operation Meteor. And had been one of the many to end the war.

But now that the war has ended, he thought of the soldiers left without occupations. Most of the soldiers involved in the war were specifically trained for it. They knew of nothing else besides violence and the arts of war and killing. Since the period of warfare ended, they became jobless. The citizens discarded the soldiers in the dirt, like garbage, wanting to forget about the war that had went on earlier in their life.

He thought that it was wrong, it was injustice. The soldiers had given up their lives to save others, and what happens? The people ignore them. Ignoring their sacrifices to keep them safe.

And he didn't like that. He thought that the soldiers should be honoured. They were the strong protecting the weak.

But the people wanted to forget. They wanted to ignore what happened and get on with their lives. But he would not let them. Not if he had something to say about it.

Earlier on, he had heard about some sort of organization wanting Mariemaia Khushrenada, Treize Khushrenada's daughter, as ruler. The Barton Foundation. They were going to start another war.

And if he were to help them, perhaps he could find freedom, like the wind caressing his face while he was standing on the cliff at that moment.

He could give back the soldiers a job and make the people aware of the situations at hand. Ha! That would teach them to not ignore the ones that have helped them to survive through the war.

He nodded in satisfaction. His plan was good. He looked at the water below him, crashing against the rocks, eroding them over time. He would be like the water, relentless, wearing down the barriers and obstacles in his life to achieve the meaning of life.

With another glance at the setting sun in the horizon, he turned and walked away.

And the 'endless waltz' to find meaning in life began once again for Chang, Wufei.

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