I tried fighting against the majority for a change. Not that I would actually win for sure, but just for a change of pace. As simple as that. Instead of the norm, which included being supressed by the will of those who gather together, I thought it might be a nice change, and maybe a bit of an amusement for this tired spirit, to do so.
It was a nice change. But it really burnt me.
But some things just seem to affect my will. I welcome it, but at the same time, I hate the fickle hand of chronos.
I used to firmly believe that there is no right or wrong in this world. The so called 'justice' belongs to the strongest faction. The strength of people, and also dependant on how many have band together.
Power decides everything, and anything that says otherwise was nothing but an reminder of how people refuse to face the truth, and instead foolishly cling onto their naive ideals within their safety circle of comfort.
Maybe it was just the people whom I had come across that shaped such a will and reasoning.
Even after that small incident, few people actually wanted to make peace.
Even when I gave my thoughts out to those within a small discussion group, full of people whom I had just met in a club, there were people who disagreed and offered to show that I was wrong in that.
I cannot seem to decide.
I cannot decide between disregarding such actions as an extension of naive thoughts, or whether I was truly wrong and should rethink my ways.
This isn't quite like me. To me, I used to think that each decision was easy to make and that time would flow to completion no matter what.
That the flow of events and time would always exist unhindered.
What has happened to me? And to my will which I had faith in being unbreakable.
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