“Life: Manifested from the fulcrum of its creator, a true asset to its byes nature. It is a self-destructive force that cannot be stopped. Life has no cause or reason, it just does. It took me nearly all my life to realize that life is not worth fighting. It cannot be beat in its own game that we take part in. We are a part of it, just like we are a part of each other.”
Sometimes we cannot control the things that cause us despair. Being exiled was a cause that taught me an inviolable lesson. Sometimes, a great loss is a good sign for some and many. It feels like being trapped in an unsurpassable nightmare, in when you become aware that it is but a dream, you cannot escape it. That rush of blindness as you see movement of a putrid sky dimming over a vast landscape. You could see the houses up ahead, but when you walk into the doors to seek refuge, it leads you to an unrecognizable room of darkness. You see not even your hand in front of your eyes, but you can hear the noises, the screams, the cries of an atrocity. The noises of which are getting closer and still. But somehow at sometime, you wake to a dawn that hasn’t broke yet.
At times, I wish that it was a nightmare, and that my exile would have not been necessary. I fled my homeland from a poverty that robbed it of its freedom. I ran through a pitch black night with a handful of people from the same village as I. We fled for our lives, for we can here the warder’s dogs tracing our footsteps. We listened as their sound grew nearer. I could hear my comrades one by one, being seized by the warders and there pets. We ran blindly through the night. Nevertheless every each one of us were snatched like animals. As dawn broke, we were already being shipped out of our motherland to a destination of which we had no knowledge of. The nightmare has ended, the stir has just begun.