POV - Anelys:
You surely know the feeling. The whole world seems just like an empty shell. You alone have everything you need. Although all of that.. You have nothing.
So you live, if it can be called living. Day by day. Week by week. Months. Years. Forever. Until death.
How is the chance that a day will come and you will finally feel, realize the meaning of your life?
Fading.
And a chance that you will see life as it is?
Twisted. Nor black. Nor white. Desperate in its beauty and beautiful in its desperation.
There is no need to chase perfection. Perfect are things long gone. In the past there had also been life. And then death had always come. End had come regardless of life being or not being perfect.
You don't have to try to save this world. It lives. Saving it means just suffocating it. Killing it - you are killing yourselves.
What is the life worth then...
The meaning of life dwells in the lives of others.
If you don't understand than carry on with reading. And maybe, you will grasp the destiny of the poor soul whose own mother reproached him this very book.
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