andrea romano

The man feigns desperation in pursuit of a goal, when in reality he is only running away from it, trying to destroy it—a goal which, by mere chance, he has already reached.

He lives his existence waiting for something catastrophic to strike him, so that he may be forced to resolve his inner turmoil immediately and give himself a pathetic excuse for the disgust he feels. Pretending incoherence, he knows the truth of his own being.

Desperately, he tries to staunch the blood that incessantly flows from the wounds of his choices. Unable to heal himself, he consciously decides not to learn how.

Failure is not just hoped for—it is the only outcome that would make him feel alive. Free.

Free to live a life tainted by the shadows of the past.

So disgustingly aware of having already achieved in the past what he now desires, he knows exactly the destructive means he would enact to lose it again.

The man is acutely aware of both his disease and its remedy.

He knows precisely what he would be willing to do to both achieve and let go.

All this he learns the first time he cries over the first real death of his life.

The first one he thought unbreakable that he loses.

When he realizes he is the only thing that leaves, and if anyone truly knew, they would understand that he has left behind nothing but a void.

And it is from there that one becomes a better person.

People with a past and people with a future.

Only from there will the significant choices be made that leave a lasting impact on others.

Only then can one achieve true happiness.

P.S.:

Without the lines after the word 'void', the message leads to terror. It's the few lines that follow that lead us to life. The man must be aware of where he is in his story. Some stop too soon.

Andrea Romano

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