Make something out of yourself. If you want something done, do it yourself. One person can make a difference. If you can dream it, you can do it. Keep your eyes on the prize.
Motivation. Encouragement. Hope.
After living my whole life on this Earth, I found them to be lies. Misdirection.
Joy. Fulfilment. Love. Freedom.
Everyone wants them, searching for them, needs them. And at the end we were made to believe that pursuing wealth is the only way to obtain these things. And in pursuit of that wealth we sacrifice our joy, fulfilment, love and freedom.
As I felt the blood slowly leaving my veins, I was overcome with clarity. Realisation.
I knew that I wouldn't survive this car accident, but at this point I didn't care anymore. I knew that I didn't waste my life, I never even had a chance to begin with.
Not because I lacked intelligence, determination or personal wealth.
It's because I lacked power. True power, that made the arsenal of a whole country, the whole world look like toys.
A kind of power that simply didn't exist in my world.
So it was no wonder that I lacked it.
That was my greatest regret. Not having been born with a chance to even acquire freedom.
A chance to have it all. A chance to create exactly that with my own two hands.
A chance to create myself.
And as I slowly closed my eyes, my eyelids too heavy to forcefully keep them open anymore, I just hoped with all of my heart, that I would get such a chance in my next life.
And my wish became reality.
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