So a young man with a fairly unique flick to his flame(according to me), I find myself best in fields of creative imagination and a developed sense of life irony. I've decided that fair enough if life doesn't treat me just, in the end it doesn't really matter. So I decided to put on my metaphorical wizard hat and take life as fantasy.
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A level 19 wizards' graduation to lvl 20.
Battling existence.
The room was full of incense smoke, the floor was littered in dirty clothes, a broken wine glass and an old dirty mattress. On the mattress lay a young man named Harry. He was laying there staring at a ceiling. Time ticked by so long that Harry had lost track. In the background you can hear Harry's self composed computer dutifully ticking away into the future.
''Fuck...'' Harry remarked to himself.
Silence
The room was still, a steady hum was intruding the background. Apart from the open window and PC, everything was extremely quiet. There was nothing going on.
''This just sucks!'' he said to himself despairingly.
Silence
''There is not a single thought in my head and everything just generally blows..''
Silence
He can see the smoke caressing air and emotion. A single strand of thicker smoke took notice and rushed into the sea of emptiness.
the wind..
he thought to himself.
Perhaps existential crisis is an advanced form of acceptance. The understanding that nothingness is what you have, everything else can be evaluated.
Harry was listening. He was listening to the world, to wait for some kind of calling. The air around him was still, life was still, quiet. Harry didn't know how long or why he was there. He simply didn't have any other ideas. Having done everything required in life is an odd feeling indeed.
He was simply watching life pass by.
Silence
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