"Do you want to become the change, can you sacrifice everything for your goals?"
A voice echoes through my head as my eyes slowly pull themselves open, as if weights were on them.
I sit up from my bed, it's messy yet it's also what makes it mine. Standing up I make my way towards the desk, flipping open a notebook I wrote down my thoughts.
The title, steps to become a leader of this world. The first step, fix myself. To become worthy of the throne ruled by oppressors I must first become someone capable of removing the throne.
The next step, fame. I need fame of some kind to be known, enough so that I'm not just another pretty face. Enough to influence the masses as I see fit.
Third, money which will come with time. Next with money comes more capabilities.
Fourth and last but not least. I need God, I need God's help to remain diligent. I need God's help to remain humble. I need God's help to remain kind and understanding. I need God's help to manifest the machinations that will become my creation. And most importantly it is through God's guidance that I remain, a good man under any circumstance under any benefits and privilege and prosperity I create even if through others, I remain.
Now these may be the perimeters of said plan but the details the fine lining of each individual plan needs to come together. If not, it just wont work.
So how about this, instead. Let's create a story, perfectly led on and each role perfectly filled by those I have created. God will give them a chance to be different and I will give them a chance to be guided.
Now where does the story begin?
I stand up, dusting myself off. I first need a villain. As every good story does. Who to be the villain though. I'll let fate decide, let everyone learn of my secrets, of my embarrassment. And see who acts upon it. How do I do so naturally though?
I have roommates, let's work with them.
The day is hot as summer's work is just kicking off. Across from my room within listening range is my nosy roommate's room. I know she loves gossip so I yell out.
"Bro, nothing can be deleted. Your search history is always there"
We share the same internet provider so all that's left is to wait and give her my passwords so she has access to everything she needs.
Then I need to build myself, build a healthy mind, strong body and a proper system in which I believe will be proper for the world.
The days roll by and before I know it, I'm getting calls from family and friends. Judging by their voices, the way they trembled under fear of what might be and held their tongues in concern I knew the plan had worked.
All that was left was to breadcrumb them. My love for them is undeniable and true, so it hurt that this was the only way to succeed in my plans that I had made along with God's guidance.
I admitted my guilt, shattered by my secrets coming true and being told I couldn't help but to collapse. My heart hurt so much that all I could do was curl up in a ball and cry. Thinking "it would be so much easier just to die"
It hurt, the looks, their faces, the ruined expectations and misplaced trust they felt. And yet I couldn't stop now, I had to strike when the iron was hot. I admitted my guilt. To my friends, to my family. To myself. I couldn't help but hang my head low in anguish and disgust for myself.
To breadcrumb the story and continue to make people be interested in the entirety of it. First I needed to be vague, giving only enough detail so that they would want more. Inevitably seeking more for themselves.
So how do I do this? On the phone I cry out "I'm sick okay? Im a sick person and its weighed down on me for so long"
My closest friend's answer actually brought comfort to my heart as he gently responded "dude it's okay, just stop and get better. Were still friends"
Truthfully my heart was shattered and hearing those words filled me with the ability to continue forward.
Shortly thereafter I could tell that a majority of the town had found out. Usually I'm looked at, whether it be looks or etc. So I could tell when something was, how you say, off.
Perfect, to create a name for myself I needed a name to begin with. Even if it was negative all I needed to do was slowly but surely begin to build credibility.
Now how do I build credibility upon a bed of rumors and speculation? I simply won't be those rumors. Yet I needed more, so I had to involve others to create some.
First I needed enough rumors to change that it would be as easy as walking down the street and being different from what everyone thought, thus creating a crack in the foundation.
The easiest one to create would be from a person even easier to act in front of. Don't get me wrong, I clearly gave him two options. He chose wrong. So I shared joys with him, burdens and semi falsified yet true rumors.
He got high, high off life, and high off the attention it brought. To be fair everyone did, that's what made it easier.
We smoked together, I shook a bit and he felt all big and strong. Then he does his best to get me to do it when his friends are around, usually I blow him off till he goes out of his way to recreate said shakes, even falsifying them and editing just the right seconds, perfect. I guide him along, he makes certain decisions which allow him to be known on the internet. A place that never forgets. And boom all done.
I can't help but laugh, causing pain in my sides. So why is this so funny? Because I already staked my claim in a world unknown to most. I'm an MMA fighter. I fought for fun, on security cameras. And I'm still good, though that's pride. It's also true.
Now here's where it gets even more interesting. He invites me to a movie, in which what's supposed to be my greatest weakness is on active display. Yet i dont feel anything.
We head to the restrooms where he takes a compromising photo of me. Two options, show it hard and mighty or soft and whatever. Hard and mighty would cause me to be seen as gross, so soft it is.
He spreads this information feeling good and proud and like he's on top of the world. The only problem for him is, it's traceable now. Perfect.
Once again I can't help but to laugh because someone from my past gets to make an appearance, my ex personally my favorite, though more than one came forward causing an even deeper crack in the foundations of society's view on me to form. Who I've had physical relations with.
So what's next? Well fame, notoriety at first can be changed and reshaped. Who would spread it further? Villians. They work day in day out, best of all they get off to it so they don't need to be pampered per say.
And who to further deepen the cracks, family. Find the ones who created a user base and well have them do what they do best, promotional work. Works for them because they get more money, works for me because I get everything I want.
Now sadly once again I have to breadcrumb them till eventually and inevitably they snap under the pressure and need to know just what's going on behind closed doors.
So who's the plan thanks too? God of course, without him I am not. And through him I am powerful, simply very, very lucky.
He guides me for I am his sheep and he the shepherd. He gives chances of change freely to all and when they choose differently than he wants, i reign free to enlighten their spirits. No deals, no trades for that is the devils work. Simply if you do, so shall you receive.
I give others full access to my files to see for themselves what's the truth. I give others access to my files to show others what I want them to see. For God tells me all.
Then I wait, patience is key in any situation. So what's next?
I lead them on a wild goose chase in which they spread more traces of themselves and create more cracks in the foundation, inevitably crumbling under all the pressure God allowed.
I love when a good plan comes together, there's simply no better feeling besides one, my lord and savior, Jesus Christ.
Like an orchestra plays I heighten the tune, and leave some to be simply in the background.
Now for the masses, the civilians, the people of the world. Under harsh and cruel leadership that's inflicted upon them I simply pick up the pieces left behind, forming a new pillar. With upcoming wars over a silly need for an overwhelming greed consuming and blinding them, I spread my influence. The best part? I'm not the one doing anything. The believers and the villains do all the work for me.
I promise a change and I give it to them, a true difference that will leave their lives better than the day before. My people, my claim, my family name is not to be sullied under the guise of a dictator.
Just like usual you play at their pride, and they do as you wish. I won, though hubris is the downfall of man. I'm simply stating the truth. It's far too late, the only answer to a villain's cries for mercy, is God's will upon whether they reform or not.
I create, I create, I create.
For an undeniable truth is set in stone that I chiseled myself.
The path to a better future is one in which I am needed. How do I do this? Simple, God.
He guides my actions, and brings me peace in any disaster. He shows all the performances and then lets them decide. I am no prophet, I am no priest, I am no messiah, and I am no angel. I am a man, guided under his graces to a land in which I, nay the world may prosper. For what is happiness if kept to oneself, what is love if not shared with another.