I
always envy the other world. Everything can happen there. Their world can
create possibilities more than fairy tales can. Their world can make something
out of nothing. How I wish I am part of their world. How I wish I can live
there. I feel so inferior to their dimension. If only reality from this world
can make a reality like in Anima.
In
Anima, your hard work paid off the way you wanted it to be. You get the result
you wished to have. You are appreciated and your perseverance gives you the
best result you deserve. Your stubbornness is a good factor. Being serious
about everything will give you a good reputation. Your uniqueness is highly
appreciated. Your will to win things over will lead you to victory. You always
have the situation play on your hand. And if you’re the protagonist, you’re
always ending up happy. No matter how many battles you fought, how many painful
memories you had, how many dangers you encountered, in Anima, it is your
happiness and victory that counts. The possibilities in that dimension are
beyond limit. It is infinite. Everything and anything, no matter how painful
you’ve gone through, you’re always ending up in the good side. Anything can
happen there. Impossible is unacceptable. The people you have side by side will
never leave you, never betray you and never let you feel alone. You always have
someone you can turn to, someone you can release all your pain to, someone who
will be there no matter how hard things in life get. You can have the best
people in Anima. This is the ideal, perfect world. In this world, no matter how
hard you try, it’s not always you ended up the way you wanted it to be. You
can’t predict what will happen if you made a single mistake. One wrong move and
everything you plan will change its course. Even if you give your everything,
it’s still not enough. Hard work is not enough. Perseverance is not enough.
Determination is not enough. Your desire to win the battle, to be on top is not
enough to have the best result. A little rest from everything will make your
future in chaos. In this world, rest is not accepted. You have to continuously
fight for everything or else, someone will instantly get what you’re aiming for
so long. To gain reputation you have to lose your life. Stubbornness is one
heck of a factor. You will be hated forever with that. You have to be the
person that the society accepts. Your uniqueness became your weakness. You have
been criticized by your originality. What the world wants from you is the image
that everyone has. You have to be just like everyone so that the people will
not look down on you. Their stares are the look that made you feel so puny. If
you fight for yourself or for the sake of others, they will look for your
faults, putting all the blame to you. Painful memories will forever hunt you no
matter how hard you try to forget it. It will always be a part of you. Pain,
sorrow, regret, troubles—they will forever be beside you. You may have a lot of
people behind you but only few will stay and within that few people, maybe no
one understands you. They may be with you always but they can only see the
outside you. This world is imperfect. This world is made from impossibilities.
And how come I am a part of this world? It is because this imperfect world
created the imperfect me and so I belong to the inferior beings of the inferior
world.
24
April 2013
17:56
