Clarity.

[wolfshadow]

A bitter smile formed as distant, pastel memories flickered before him. The dim spectre of joy served only to mock his emptiness. Even his rage was a spent force; there was nothing left save a ticking corner in his mind from which he impassively absorbed the shadowy remnants of the present.

Regret, hope and passion were all in vain; mortal attachments that had ceased being relevant for quite some time. Such existence that remained was merely a countdown to eternal night.

Not everyone has a destiny or a purpose in this life and maybe those who find themselves in a situation that embellishes this are subject to a rather valuable and potent form of enlightenment.

 

[Minus]

 

[heretostay]

Not everyone has a destiny or a purpose in this life and maybe those who find themselves in a situation that embellishes this are subject to a rather valuable and potent form of enlightenment.

Its called the cosmic irony of life, and accordingly the enlightenment is very banal.

 

[wolfshadow]

Not everyone has a destiny or a purpose in this life and maybe those who find themselves in a situation that embellishes this are subject to a rather valuable and potent form of enlightenment.

Its called the cosmic irony of life, and accordingly the enlightenment is very banal.

Anything is banal if it draws indifference.