Tell me… is there any true good in living?
This world is nothing but a stage for suffering.
To live… is to bleed, to crawl, to endure.
And I—
I have spent my years trapped in the abyss of the ordinary.
The gifted? They soar above, desperate to prove their brilliance.
The talentless? Pitiful puppets,
Dancing on the strings of fate, blind to their own chains.
But I… even without talent, I shall not bow.
I will claw, I will burn, I will rise.
Human lives are short, fleeting sparks in the dark.
So tell me—what value is there in mere existence…
When all I've ever been… is ordinary?
No.
I will carve my name into this world,
Even if I must shatter heaven itself to escape mediocrity.