He is a decent guy. With his job and house and girls and all. But he doesn't seem like it. He always seem to be missing something. A void in him.
He kept telling me about other people, how they make it and do great things, things that he wanted too. And also how the media manipulates any sort of things. I kept telling him that the answer is simpler than he thinks.
''Thing is we've made it too easy for them. Take a look at ourselves. We're so absorbed by the small staff, and they take advantage of it, and it's only natural. The field and players might have changed but the rules are still the same. The best man wins. To succeed you must suffer. You have to sacrifice. You have to devote yourself to your goal. If you do but still feel incomlete, it means your goal is not what you really want. It's not so easy to get to know yourself. But you don't have to stop and settle for what has been given, always try for more. The vikings, you know,used to believe that it is a blasphemy to pray asking for something, because their gods had already made them perfect with all the potential they'll need. We, on the other hand, are taught to be weak spirited due to bad influence and low standards.''
''..And now what?''
''Well, at least now you know.''
It's almost 1 o'clock and I make my way home on foot. Thor stikes the earth with bright thunder and heavy rain, trying to wash away and purify the corruption of mankind. It's not ok to settle. It's not ok to leave things as they are. Telling myself that my life is ok as it is won't do me any good. I've done some fucked up mistakes and choices, but I am here knowing it, not hiding it, not telling again and again myself that since I wanted it at a given moment in the past automatically makes it right and good.
A world full of smiling cannibals, covering their rotten skin with make up, money-starving attention whores. The good thing is that we will learn how to swim, by watching you drown.
