Life is what you make of it. Not in the hallmark card kind of way, but in a self fulfilling prophecy one. If you believe that the world is a harsh, uncaring place and everyone is out to get you… You will treat people the way you expect to be treated by them. People will turn cold to you, because you never gave a reason not to. If you suffocate every flame that comes near you in fear of being burned, you’ll never know the warmth and joy of a candle in the dark or a fireplace on a cold winter night. Likewise, if you believe the world is good, you’ll see the good in the world. You’re more likely to see rude people as having a bad day. To see an aggressive animal as frightened. You’ll find joy in watching a sunrise with a warm cup of tea, and sunsets with a glass of wine. Watching the flowers bloom in spring, and the leaves change in autumn. It’s the little things in life, you’ll say, when people question how you find joy in the mundane of everyday life. I believe the true meaning lies in the middle. Life is an intricate dance of good and bad, of ups and downs. It ebs and flows, comes and goes… Each day something new and exciting, if you let it. But on the days it’s not, it means a day to recuperate. Nobody can live at 100 at am times, just as nobody can live at 0. And eventually… we die, and in our final moments we live it all over again. Wouldn’t you know it, death is also a part of life.

“I’m leaving.” The words of the Chosen One rang out across every station in the city. Every radio, every television, every cell phone. The entire country tuned in to the heartbreaking words of their Savior. “I won’t be returning home again until one of two things happen. Either you turn against your neighbors, plunging yourselves into a civil war, and destroy yourselves in the process, or you all sit down and realize what I’ve been preaching to you for the last decade.” “But what if the prophecy?” A worried voice rang out from the crowd before him, voicing what everyone must’ve been thinking. Their hero laughed, his shoulders tensing and betraying his anger. “The one that says your Angel will return and bring forth an era of peace and prosperity? There is no room for your hatred and prejudice here. I’ll fulfill that prophecy still, even if it means destroying the planet and rebuilding it from the rubble to do so.” Nothing in the history of Safton had ever bathed its people in the icy blue panic his words brought, as he turned and walked away from the podium and his people. Not one person moved to stop him or uttered a word to make him stay. The broadcast cut, and with it started the chaos. Why would he abandon them so suddenly? What was he thinking? And most importantly, who would save them now?