“They are made for kids. And will forever be for kids.” – – a douchebag said (about comic books) to my face once. He did not realize that he was living in one. Poor guy.
The world we live in is a very long comic book series. We are the point-of-view characters (like in George R. R. Martin’s series, A Song of Ice and Fire), and it is up to us to write our stories, and draw our own pages. As far as I can tell, everybody has a driving force to make people interested in their story. My driving force is not just a single thought. What drove me to get into crazy things are the people around me, whether they know me or not.
Seven billion (more or less) driving forces. That’s how much crazy I am for craziness. I am never serious. I’m always partying inside my mind. And like the comic book series called Life, there has been only one party in my mind, because it has never ended and it never will.
From the words above, one can infer that everybody is the hero, right? Wrong. From my side, everybody is a villain, even myself. We are all villains. Proof? You don’t need that. You can already tell that all of the seven billion Homo sapiens are in fact, villains in their own way. Media has conjured images that made our minds grow with thoughts that a story always has a good side, and a bad side. Well, for me, every story has always been about bad sides. It’s just that every time the bad guys fight, one that has the seemingly “righteous” point of view wins. That is what the people call “the good guy.”
Everybody has a plan for themselves. Even those who work for “greater good,” they will eventually succumb to the seven sins. Society covers them well, right?
The thing about heroes? They don’t exist.
“There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.”