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The Villain of the Story. 

When we read comic books, watch movies, and read novels, it’s usually pretty easy to pick out who the villain of the story is. The truth is though, finding the villain of the story you are apart of can be more difficult to find. Could the villain be the person who bullied you, the person who has committed millions of horrendous crimes and has killed people, or even worse, are you the villain of this story? 

History books talk about notorious figures from our pasts who seems to fit the criteria of villains through their actions that has ruined peoples lives. Media outlets always seem to have some new story to talk about describing sad events highlighting the destruction humanity can bring. And we have developed our own opinions on who we don’t like and sometimes even consider to be our enemies.

I may even seem the bad guy to have the opinion that there may not even be any villains in this world, especially when we don’t need to look very far to see the darkness and evil that surrounds us. But I’m starting to see how we all grew up believing and learning different values. How even those most ‘evil’ people in this world maybe didn’t have the same opportunities to learn what I believe is right and wrong. So maybe there are no villains in this story, maybe we are all villains, or maybe we’re all just human trying to find our way in life, hoping one day we all figure out what the right path is.

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Driving Aimlessly. 

There use to be a time when I would drive around aimlessly within the city limits under the blanket of darkness that people have named night. The silence of a sleeping city was suddenly filled with music that could only be described as a soundtrack to my life while the breath of the evening air could be felt blowing onto my face.

I didn’t know where I was going, but for the first in my life, it didn’t matter to know or to have a destination to end up at - it was more important to just enjoy the ride I was on. Bystanders who I passed probably thought I was lost, but the truth was that it finally felt like I was free from these shackles that were my problems and struggles. 

The world seemed to open up as I drove through these endless roads that finally allowed my thoughts to have the room it needed to breath. As the wheels continued to turn in constant motion against the asphalt, a fleeting feeling was felt from within whispering that everything would eventually end up okay as this journey through life continues. As I continued driving aimless under the moonlight that shone brightly through the windshield which shared the vast darken sky with the billions of sparkling stars that are light years away, there was this feeling like this night was mine and nothing would ever taint this moment when everything seemed at peace and right with this world.

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What’s Their Story?

There are days when I catch myself really looking at the stranger who passes me by, the person who sits across from me on the train on the way to school, or at the face that is among a random crowd and wonder to myself: “What is their story?”

I wonder how their experiences have defined them. How did life lead them to eventually be in the same place I was when our paths crossed, even if our worlds colliding was as insignificant as passing the hundreds of other strangers that day. And I wonder what it would be like to step into their shoes so I could experience the world from their point of view. Would a beautiful day in my eyes would be a gloomy day in theirs as sadness grips their hearts. I question if the five dollar bill in my pocket that I take for granted would mean everything to that stranger that I did not know didn’t have a penny to his name. Would it even be to crazy to imagine that their perception of the colour red may even be completely different than my own?

I wonder about their world. It’s weird to think about how different we really are because we have all grew up experiencing different things. How our definition of sadness and happiness is different because they are based on our own unique experiences that brought out these emotions. I look at these strangers with curiosity because I realize their story is completely different than my own - and there are over 7 billion of these unique stories that I’ll never be able to get to read and truly understand. 

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Have We Met Before.

There are times when I wonder if I already of managed to cross paths with a person who will one day be part of my life in the future. And if you believe in the concept of destiny, how weird would it be if life kept on pushing us towards the person we were always destined to be with but always just missed meeting? 

How funny would it be if you were actually standing right beside your soulmate during a concert a couple years ago, but just no words were spoken? Would it be too hard to believe that you two could of been at the same party, even had a conversation with each other, that has long been forgotten? And what if you two actually crossed paths, even for just a second, on the city streets or on a vacation a long time ago? And if you keep thinking about all these possibilities, you realize just how many forgotten faces you have seen over your lifetime and how you could of already met that person who will one day become the most important person in your life. For all you know, you might of admired them from a far but just didn’t have the courage to go up to them at the time. 

Whether you believe in coincidences or fate, you realize just how funny life can be and how small our world really is. And though you may never really figure out whether or not you have already crossed paths with that one person that will mean everything to you, it’s weird thinking of that small possibility that they could of just been a few steps away from you as the world just awaited for the day you two would finally meet. 

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Life Just Hits Us.

I don’t know when life just hits us, but it does at just one point of our lives. It’s as if in this maze of life, we finally hit a wall and feel like we wasted all the time we had just going the wrong way. 

Sometimes it just feels like yesterday being kids playing hide and seek or just running around on school fields during recess. It couldn’t be that long being those kids who played played Pokemon games, collected Yugioh cards, spun Beyblades around, played with barbies, or whatever we did back then, could it? 

But then why does it seem like a life time ago now? When did it all just become a memory? When did we all grow up no longer in the realm of imagination facing monsters created through our creativities to now in the realm of realism where the monsters are real in the form of strangers, friends, family, and ourselves. 

I mean doesn’t it seem like life played a cruel trick on us? Making us want to grow up as fast as possible to just hitting us all at once, wanting us to go back to when we were younger…where we were safe behind our naivety and innocence.

Can someone please tell me, when did life just hit us?

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Ending Up Alone.

I’m afraid of ending up alone. It’s scary to think that in a world filled with over seven billion people, that you may be not fit in with anyone of them. Does anyone else feel that way?

In novels, movies, and television shows - you always seem to get this happy ending more often than not. You know the ones I’m talking about; the ones that shows how the underdog can get the girl or where even someone who is a beast or a horrifying ogre can still find love. But what happens if you’re one of the people whose flaws can’t be overcome and you’re destined to be alone? It’s a disheartening feeling when this thought manages to find its way into a your mind and gets trapped there.

It’s terrifying to think of the possibility that your search for that feeling of being wanted or needed may never be fulfilled. That no one needs you. You almost get paralyzed by the thought that the feeling of being so lost and alone in a crowd was not something only felt for a portion of your life, but was there to help define what would be the rest of your life. Truth is, it difficult to think that maybe you’re not enough; to feel like you’re not worth anyones time. It’s heart-wrenching to imagine when your story finally comes to a close, that you’ll be the only character left; all alone. 

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Words.

Sometimes I feel trapped because I don’t know how to fully express how I feel inside. There are a billions of words to chose from that can be put in an assortment of sequences, yet I find it difficult to even think of just one to describe the endless thoughts that wonder through my mind and emotions that manage engulf me each day. 

I can feel these frustration build from within, especially during those moments when you believe those perfect string of words were needed to of been said. These moments are the ones where you look back at life and just wonder to yourself if you were able to just say the right things or say those words to make someone truly understand the extent of the emotion you felt inside, than just maybe life would been different than it is now.

I’m envious of those great poets and authors because maybe they have a better time comforting a friend in a time of need, coming up with ways to make someone believe they were beautiful, or finding a way to stop someone from leaving. There are billions of words to choose from - and yet I’m in a sense of disarray to even choose one to say.

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The Person Behind The Screen.

There are times when I wonder who is behind the screen. Haven’t you ever wondered who is that person that you just reblogged from? Who wrote that that text that you just read? And who is responsible for the artwork that you have just admired? Who is the artist, writer, singer, actor/actress, or face behind something you that was amazing.

Are they anything like you imagine them to be? Are they as wise as they appear to be in a couple paragraphs of writing? Are they as happy as they let you believe in photographs? Do they realize how amazing their talents are as believe they are when you look at their painting, drawings, or videos? Or is everything just a facade and they really are nothing like that image you have created in your head. 

It’s almost impossible to really know who the person behind the screen is. Would it be too crazy to think that it’s possible that you have already ran into them on the streets without knowing they were the ones responsible for something you felt was inspirational or incredible. Sometimes I wonder who is the person behind the screen.

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Nightmare.

Have you ever felt like that you were in a middle of a nightmare that you just couldn’t wake up from? You argue to yourself that reality can’t be this cruel; that life is not this cruel. And as you attempt try to pinch yourself awake in a feeble attempt to escape this hell that you manage to stubble upon, you realize that this is no dream. That this nightmare is real and it is your life. 

You wonder how you could ever end up here. When was the moment you started walking down this path littered with dispair and an unexplainable sadness? Or was it through no fault of your own that these monsters found you and you were just defenseless against their acts of torture? Did this darkness just creep up on you when you least expected it to engulf and drown you until it felt like we could no longer breath.

What do you do when you’re living a nightmare that you can’t wake up from? When what terrifies you are no longer just part of your imagination but has become part of your reality? There will be many of us that will be tempted to do anything possible for it come to an premature end. But some of us will be lucky to see that things get better. That it’s possible to live the life we always dreamt of after the nightmare has past. 

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If I Were to Meet You Again.

There are some people in this world that once were an important part of your life. Though it may seem like you two are strangers that have never spoken or seen each other before, part of you doesn’t let you forget how much they once meant to you. Even though an argument, disagreement, or just drifting apart led to the disappearance of this person from your life, you are torn between wanting to run into them and never wanting to see them again.

Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like running into them again? What would you say or what would they say? Or would words even be said as you walked past each other ignoring all the history that stand between the both of you? Would you feel that rush of emotion as you realized how much you missed that person and wonder what could of been if you two stayed in each others lives or be grateful that they are no longer part of your life? Would you two try to catch up with each other and attempt to be in each others lives again, realize it’s too difficult to have the relationship you once had with this person, or just accept this person who once was your world was only destined be in a portion of your life?

It’s scary to think of the possibilities that come with meeting that person again. Because the person is not just another stranger or someone that you know nothing about; but someone whose world once collided with yours with such force that it defined you for the rest of your life. Would they even remember you? Would you even know what to say? Would you two be able to handle seeing someone part of your past that only now lives in your memories and forgotten photographs? What would it be like if I were to meet you again?