But I'm not here to talk about that.
Recently, I've played my favorite video game again. In that video game is a certain character named Krelian. It was from his character that I've heard the most powerful line from a video game.
'If god does not exist, I will create him with my own hands.'
First, a bit of a back story. This isn't a video game review, or a summary of the plot, jus so you know. Krelian's town was attacked, and in so, lost the person that mattered to him the most. Even with his grief, he tried to help those around him, comforting the afraid and treating the injured. All those who suffered kept calling out to god, and there was no response. Those that were dying...well, died. Needless to say, this was all too much for Krelian. It was bad enough to have lost the person closest to him, but it was something else to see those around him suffer.
And that's when he lost is.
Where is this god that you are calling out to? Does he not exist? Why do things like these happen? If god does not exist, I will create him with my own hands.
Don't worry, I'm not questioning my faith, nor God's existence.
Krelian created a god, in the hopes of having those who suffer someone to turn to. And yet, the god he created became a destructive one. In the heat of all this, Krelian had forgotten why he had created that god, and had caught up and carried away in the destructive hatred his creation had felt.
Or perhaps was his creation merely an intense formation for his intense emotion?
Anyway. It was only in death that he had realized his mistake, and had passed on with a peaceful look on his face. It was almost as if he was glad that someone had destroyed his creation, and in the process, him as well.
My point in relaying Krelian's sad story is that he was the very epitome of the nice guy who finishes last. He snapped, and got carried away in his hatred.
This is also a sad story of how the best of intentions can spawn the worst of results.
I don't think I need to die in order to realize all this. And no, I had not thought of this from a video game. The difference between me and him is that I am not artificial intelligence.
Frankly, I am sick of being the so-called nice guy. Where the hell has it ever gotten me? I've never really gotten what I want, often having to settle for less. I get pushed aside and around, and even being blamed for exactly that, jus trying to be nice and pleasing. When our good intentions are misunderstood for those of bad, it's not a good feeling, let me tell you that. We end up getting hated for something we were unaware of doing.
Well I'm sick of it. People really think that I look like a prick, I might as well act the part. So here's to you, people. Here's one last nice thing I'll do for you. You want me to be a prick so bad, you got it.
No more mister nice guy.
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