...
The words in the song keep on repeating themselves.
The events of the day are the same, yet there isn't the comfort of repetition nor the enjoyment of adventure.
Just simple and sad monotony.
I sometimes wonder why, were we as creatures created? And, what is the process of us moving forward if our fate is already sealed.
We are like the mortals in cultivation stories, but even more pathetic. Because even though they would probably get crushed and used for some lowly cultivator in a stupid spell or pill, they still have something that we don't have...
Hope, hope to rise above their lowly fate, and the hope to reach something greater beyond just their weak selves.
Now if we can't even do that, and if we don't even have that slight hope, and light then why do we even move?
Sigh.
I find myself keeping on repeating that word, the sighing, the lost eye in the distant, and the feeling if heartbreak like I lost something I should have.