The walks of life are anything but easy.
The path to self implosion requires courage.
To walk one, the attendee must have basic knowledge.
But as a general inexperienced.
A lack of experience will hinder objectives.
One can supplement such things with other people.
Certainly, others choose the god as their guidance to the path.
Others may choose an exchange.
The devil is hardly trusting but will exchange fairly.
Inexperience causes failure. In turn experience is accumulated.
But the course aimed by yourself is as shaky as the deck of a ship in mid turbulence.
Divergence happens at times. Too small to notice. Too minute to realize the large consequence of such ignorance.
The achievement or new growth can blind the eyes.
Competence or incompetence affects even the brightest minds.
The understanding and idea, but not the process.
Then a hierarchy to display these ideas is created.
When huddled in a group there, it becomes apparent.
There are too many. Too many ideas comprehend what fits and what doesn't.
The more experienced higher, the lesser lower.
Corrosion in such a hierarchy of rules can be apparent. In a way that is dim to the eyes.
Strict assessment is required.
Too many ideas? Allow only a few to say or those who want to suggest.
Lack of experience?
Personnel with experience handle it.
Corrosion?
Unseen at the bottom, viewable at all angles.
There's too much. It's not understandable. Questions pile.
Why the change? The particular question. The answer.
Hence the rockiness of a ship at sea.
A little time ago the high court of a country did the annual recruitment of personnel.
"I made it!"
The new recruit had reached a pivotal point in her life.
The high court would bring the benefits she so sought.
One of a kind, irregular.
The start was filled with wariness.
Unpredictability was the vast ocean she traveled.
Very few were like her.
Or exact. Zero.
The harsher it became, the more she continued with the struggle.
As it went, her lack of experience slowly filled.
Early she learned.
"It's unfair."
The dominance allowed those with favorability to win, those with disdain, lost and forever sent to the depths of the earth.
"Why is it like this?"
But a bystander who held the cruelty that both parties avoided as best they can.
The joy she had was draining from all over here and there.
What purity held had no value other than the use of favors.
"I… must try."
She lacked everything of sociality.
The unpredictability of her actions weighed heavily.
She crossed the path and learned it all.
The unpredictability was the piercing that sharply entered her.
Incidents covered from small to large strained her mind.
Understanding was not there.
Experience was fittingly, not there.
The half truth. The white lie.
This whole place was defunct.
What her lack of experience told, it would not be easy.
But neither did it say it would ever be filled.
The harsh wind blew.
Who could supplement this travesty of a place?
The place of where she worked so hard to get in, to change.
What worked was her fall.
"This country cannot be called a country."
Years ago it had moved never.
What she believed, what she saw contrasted.
The hollowness she had gained was the only feeling she had won.
Those sent to the god no longer existed.
The ones burning below repented by simply forgetting.
"What a joke."
The blade fell to her head.
No longer was she here.
The world as she learned was full of it.
Amusement filled the devil, the god watching a lamb fall.
Buried beneath the dirt, her body never decayed. Like those before involved.
Her lack of experience betrayed until the end.
The unpredictability was simply itself for all of it.
The world was a virtue. The living, the unknown sin.
Her innocence had brought her uncertainty in death.