The Wanderer Pt. 9: Sisyphean

Its like a nature to tell another human being about your pregnancy of ideas. It kicks you badly. The more you try to resist, the more the pain you suffer. Once you set it free, you become addicted to it. Expecting the whole world to cheer on you. To salute you. To embrace you. But you may have forgotten that you might create monsters around you.

The Death Card is somehow must be played in order to predict the ending. They said to carry a secret is to play with fire. Passing the fire to the Loved Ones is the very definition of death sentence. What will happen when the Loved Ones burns the bridge on their own? What am i suppose to do then if apologize is not an option? I suppose i am the one should burn the bridge. Not them.

I can tell you the day-to-day pretending act is tiring and no fun comes from it. No matter how good your acting skills. No matter how convincing your make-believe image. No matter how successful you entertain the world with your big budgeted orchestra. Flaw is always there for you. Once a tiny little flaw is spotted, you are no longer the main character who suppose to be the winner by the end of the show. You are just another victim.

I always believe that an imaginary bond between oneself and the Loved Ones cannot exfoliate the differences between them. But then, i was wrong. The people who looks on the greatness side over the sinful life still exists. So there is still hope for the Gifted Ones to fulfill their destiny. But again, the look can be deceiving.

Passing the fire again to the one who are of course not a complete stranger but a trustworthy human being. At first i managed to not to burnt myself. I was fooled by the truth. I thought the common ground can seal the secret forever, but no one can guarantee that. The fire i gave to them now becomes the weapon to knock me down. It costs me trust to learn their true nature and now it burns me twice than before. What a great turn out of event. Thank you.

And they said bad thing happen for a reason. Its true. Now i possessed a tool called power reign. I do not pass the fire anymore. Instead, i burn them all. As they can endure the fire, they are welcome to my kingdom. Otherwise, they are all dead to me.

The Wanderer Pt. 8: Collusion

While The Clueless creating a distortion path in this odyssey, the Loved Ones aggravates it to a point where fire loses its ability to burn, knife is incapable to cut, bullet refuses to kill.

An organized force that can kill you in a matter of second without giving you a chance for you to shout your second sentence of defence. They can become the living hell but they can become the heaven as well where you can have your own guards.

Compromise is the only key to open the gate of heaven but this key is hidden deep in the heart of the Loved Ones. To find this hidden key is not burdensome but to possess gut is arduous. It is just miraculous if one can master the gut. A very lucky bastard.

As we cannot afford the gut, we use the imitation of it, the deceit. A take no chances mechanism that promise a less severe of damage to them but a super massive catastrophe to ourselves. Like the hurricanes of though, circling the mind, prompting pressure.

We welcome the pain so the bridge stands still. But the only question now is for how long can the bridge withstand with the presence of the unstoppable raging hurricanes? The foreseeable prophecy approved the calamity.

The Wanderer Pt. 7: Scrutinizer

The Clueless are always troublesome. We come to them with arms wide open and promising a better tomorrow but they bite the hand that feeds them. Maybe its because they are pessimist and feels distrust towards us? But we cannot blame them because its their nature to be skeptical.

We are not asking them to join our army. Today, they dont see what we can achieve by winning this war but i hope someday they can understand how blessed they are living in a blissful moment. I just hope The Clueless will not declare war toward us because we cannot afford it.

In that case, i have to put on my scrutineer suit. Searching for any loophole to prevent the unnecessary danger to myself. Sacrifice is forbidden.

The Wanderer Pt. 6: The Unsung Hero

The psychological attack sometimes is hard to dodged. To revenge is very unlikely. So this is a part where bloodbath introduces itself.

Extremist. A group of kamikaze people holding a berserk grudge showering their selfish agenda so the rule is blessed by them. A never two-sided rule. Are we going to play their game? Most of us did. So did i. Why would we do that? Because we want to fit in the society. A genuinely sad reason.

There are times when the gifted ones educating the world but sadly the world is too naive to learn, to educate themselves. Again, they cast hatred. So the gifted ones falls. Hard.

In order to win their game, we must consistently show them what they believed is hurtfully wrong so the death of our ancestors is not a total waste.

The Wanderer Pt. 5: The War of Stigma

From out of nowhere, the shelter is surrounded by barbarous crowd. They felt threaten by us so they started the war. They said they want to right the wrong but the war they were fighting for is far from human logic. Contrary to popular believe, the humane value is raped bit by bit.

Pride, one of the most deadliest command which can turn the highest form of human ethic to the lowest of its kind, yet become the favourite food for the soul and been supplied to the army of ignorant. To defend the pride, they construct words as weapon of massive destruction to exterminate their filthy enemy according to them.

No matter how powerful they were. No matter how fierce they are. No matter how hard they try. They always forget the idea of gifted people are trained to be a fighter before they can even remember. The modules that gifted people applied is far more ferocious so they can evades all the javelin words, counter the hard-stoned cerebration or even shield themselves from delinquent act.

So the war of stigma they called upon us is a type of war that we have already prepared from the very beginning. But how do we retaliate such attack? No we don't. Fighting fire with fire is not our style. They set us with flames, we put off the fire. They throw us acids, we purify ourselves. Until they burn themselves and waving white flag. But it takes forever for this to happened.

Just put your rain suits on, unfurl your umbrella or stay at your shelter. The rain is coming.

The Wanderer Pt. 4: Divided We Still Prevail

'Life is awaiting death' is the theme for the gifted people and dying alone is so heartbreaking and is one of the wish that gifted people are not dying to get. That is why wanderer is wandering to find another wanderer to wander together. But in this world, there are two types of people; the ones who do, and the ones who do not. The polarity of do's and do not's can be deceiving. Before we combine like the magnet, we must be sure it does not repel us. Or else, everything that we have built, tumbling down.

Since our minds interconnected, we saw different paths with many possibilities. Its like a story that had never been told and never will be and its all naiveness fault. It clouded the mind with selfish thought. But we look at a different light that never been bothered by this devilish perspectives. So the mind unlocks new trails.

The Tree of Life's branch approved the theory of possibilities. The life provides many routes to follow but one can have only one route. To rephrase, our path is undeniably different with the others. So do the gifted people with its kind. Whichever road we, the gifted people take, it will bring us to our leaf, the ultimate desire of life before the leaves fall off the tree.

As for now, like in war, we put many strategies to win the game. Outnumbered and pessimist about the win but we as the gifted ones, will always survive in every obstacles they put in our path until we reach our leaves.

The Wanderer Pt3: Royal Flush

The entity is still wandering near the Tree of Life. At one time, i feel like i want to share my shelter to that entity because i can see the coldness in the eyes. Poor little thing. But sometimes i feel the hesitation of doing so. I have so many things to lose and i cant afford it.

I look through the blue eyes and all i see is myself trapped in the war of perceptions. I feel the pain. I feel the hunger. The desire. I just cant help but feel devastated for what this innocent creature had gone through. My mind whispering to the entity's ear but my mouth.

After calculating the possibilities of consequences, i've decided to reach the entity. Welcoming to the shelter. Exchanging visions. Dividing pain. Combining minds. They are identical. I know the entity will bring no harm to me and im thanking the Creator for such company.

As long as we have each other, we will be safe here under this shelter.

The Wanderer Pt.2

Footsteps are getting closer and closer. Afraid of people going to destroy my shelter. But there is no way they can find me inside this tree. So i sneak a peek. It is entities that i known. The gifted ones.

Am i going to give my shelter to them? Am i not? This is where the Action-Reaction Law play its game.

In my heart, i know i can count on them but im not risking anything by sharing my shelter with them. But maybe it is a mistake by doing so.

I do not know which card i am going to play.

The Wanderer

I let my guard down just to see where all of this will lead me into. I just want to know what will happen then. I certainly knew that the act i had chosen would not do anything good in my journey but mistake is the greatest teacher ever. Will i do the same mistake again? Absolutely.

Thunder-strike. The terrifying sound entered my ear just enough to knock off my dream. I woke up in a cave where i can barely see. It was dark and heavy rain but i'm not alone. I brought a friend named scared to accompany me on this trail. Sitting down at the mouth of the cave looking upon the sky but was not seeing any chance the rain will stop soon. Frozen in the nothingness makes the mind racing a million thoughts namely the how-to-endure-this thoughts.

All in a sudden, an eerie voice echoing from inside the cave shaken up the numbness caused by the chill of the rain. Thunderstruck. "What is that?", "Am i safe here?" were few of other new thoughts flooded the brain. In spite of the darkness, uncountable red eyes clearly emerge from the blackness of the cave. The eyes shows the very definitions of hatred, anger, rejection. It is pure evil. The projection of these attitudes was given just to throw me away from the cave of sorrow.

Knowing that i am not belong there, i must search my own shelter. So i helplessly walked through the jungle and the rain keep hitting me like the machine-gun bullets. Hoping for a shed of light, just a small amount of sun rays, guide me to a shelter but heavy rain and sunshine were never liked each other. Luckily i have my 2 arms, holding me tight, comforting me, and will never betray me especially in hard times.

The walk i walked was a long haul. I saw gifted people wandered in the woods with depressing eyes hunger for truce. Why can't these people get a nice life of their own? I wished i could help them but then who is going to help me?

After a long walk, i found a massive tree. I call it Tree of Life, like in the video game. There is a hole big enough for me to slide in and replenish my inner and outer strength. As i lay down to rest, my eyes shuts as well.

I dreamt of imaginary world where how life supposed to be but it is inexplicable. Where love is the only thing that matter. Everybody is so happy in every way they are as they are in carefree state. But this illusion world is too good to be true so i steal some of the perspectives and bring to the real pathetic world. That is why i call it Tree of Life.

I just live in this tree hoping some of the unfortunate gifted people find me here. My trail is far from over though. As for now, this is my shelter.