Some people think fiction is much better than reality. However, that is not entirely true. Some things in fiction indeed immerse us into a dimension that can stimulate our souls to seek pleasure. However, the real learning we get is in reality. As a person who has lived in both worlds, I think that love cannot be permanently found in fiction and is almost impossible to find in reality. "Love is blind, but not deaf" is what my grandmother and maybe her grandmother used to say. But the truth is love is war.

War has been raging since time immemorial. Even war, in reality, begins with love stories like the Trojan War. In fiction... Obviously, we all know about Romeo and Juliet, Twilight, and other romance genres. However, the one I was dealing with had a concept that transcended these old tales.

To me, fiction only provides empty hopes that deceive millions of beings throughout this universe. The deception that emerges through the means of drifting is a dream. It's all just a trick of everything I've ever faced in my life. Ideals, hopes, profits, miracles, and so on. It's just a piece of fiction that isn't real. Many of those I have seen have failed in their lives as a result of the dust of fiction. The Sandman from the ancient Scandinavian myths is the character I hate the most. He is the character who always gives false hope to the children. One thing I'd like to give when I meet him is the phrase "Screw your sand, old man."

So is reality... A dimension where justice and evil clash endlessly. The strong dominate and the weak are oppressed. I had this feeling when I was in grade 1 of junior high school. At that time, the reality I faced was equivalent to hell in the fictional world of Berserk comics. Frustration, disappointment, hopelessness, and other negative things mixed into one. To me, Reality is a place governed by societal standards. If you succeed you will live, whereas if you fail... Yes... You must know... Cruel, right?

I have lived in these two realms for a long time and neither of these two can fill the void inside me. Just hearing the words "Cheer up!" from my relatives, friends, and parents or "Don't Give Up!" from the words classic video games, comics, cartoons, novels, and poetry is not something that I rarely come across. This is what makes me think that according to them life is easy. Just by saying those words, they think I can get better? Hah! Dream as high as the stars in the sky. If you fall no one will catch you.

"Life is cruel why should the afterlife be any different?" I always think of this sentence every second, every minute, every hour, every day. "Scar does heal, but wounds don't!" A line from one of the villains from the movie I watched with my cousins. That sentence has a very deep meaning for a children's film. At that time, my cousins laughed at that. They think criminals deserve to be defeated. However, they don't know why they can be evil. I always thought of that when I was growing up to be a "proper" adult.

I imagine one of the most famous fiction like Power Rangers has a hidden meaning in it. If only those "knights" had ulterior motives like the reason they defeated the monsters but were not completely destroyed because to take the sympathy of the people who saw them in action in the crowd. They used the monster for their fame. I'm sure the monsters attacked not because of the invasion but were forced to attack the city because their homes would be destroyed by those masked heroes.

"The world is beautiful despite it being so ugly." The same line came to mind once again. Why are some people such good actors that they convince others in the story even though they did nothing? Maybe the main reason is that they want people to believe the good in the story. The villain in Power Rangers doesn't actually kill innocent people, he just steals money and lives an easy life. And there is this quote that comes to mind from the last book: "A hero is always fighting for something that does not exist." Well, maybe that's true but I feel more like a villain because I want everyone to believe I am one. And I do want people to believe they can see me. There is nothing wrong with wanting to be recognized for who I am... And what I do is something else entirely.

"A lot of times the answer is a no." This quote always pops into my head when reading anything from this universe. A lot of times the answer is no. Not always. Sometimes it's yes. Not always. Usually yes means "yes, please" because sometimes someone asks you for something you want but they also really need something. The problem then becomes whether it's right or wrong. Do they ask too much? Do they deserve a little extra support? Or should you help whoever is asking for help because you genuinely want to help them?

In this reality, I don't have to be in a tough situation. I can just accept the fact that I could be in that situation but still try to avoid it. I can just choose not to let anyone close to me. I can just let myself sink into despair because I want to drown out everything around me. It's simple. It's easy.

But this is not the reality of power fantasy. No one wants to become the main antagonist of reality. Reality itself will always win. Every protagonist knows that. They're either the victim of the plot or the protagonist themselves. I'm not going to lie; I've never tried to change a bad ending, but maybe it's time for me to do it. This story has turned into a nightmare from the moment it started. Now it's time for a fresh beginning. I think the main antagonist has to step back and let people decide how they want to go on. This is my chance to show people what real life can offer. If I do it now, I'll be able to prove to myself and others that I really do want to change. So, what do you think? Is reality so terrible? Does the reader not like it? Is the plot so confusing? Can't the characters act a little more realistically? Do your opinions matter? Do your feelings mean anything at all? Or do you simply enjoy the game of making a character and then watching it grow into a complete person?

As an author, that is what I do. I create characters, write storylines, narrate books, put together plots, and build fan art. However, I do not make the decisions nor do I control the narrative. I simply sit back and watch the story unfold in front of me. For example, one story told to a child who grew up in a society that worships the sun and the moon is very interesting. The story itself may be short, but I still enjoyed watching it. What happened afterward was fascinating as well. The girl's family and friends became happy and loved each other. The story made me feel... disgusted. Disgusted because the story didn't end that way.

It was written from a child's point of view, which meant that the child wasn't fully aware of what is happening around her. How can a child know what is best? How can they tell the difference between right and wrong? She couldn't possibly see herself changing the outcome of the story. Yet she did. By the end, the story seemed much happier to her than it did to the reader. She felt that her life was perfect, so naturally, she decided that a change was necessary. The story is based on a human experience. We can read a good version of the events of our lives, however, it is impossible to fully understand how many of us are affected by the same events. We have to learn how we relate them to ourselves and to others.

This happens to all of us. It's not always easy to see. In order for you to recognize when you're acting, you must realize where your actions are coming from. Some situations will be more extreme than others. As for the future, I don't know. Perhaps that won't happen, but there is always tomorrow. Tomorrow might seem like today, but it could just as easily pass over without notice. That's life.

I love to write stories. I like to write because I enjoy the process. I have found writing fiction to be the happiest pastime I have ever undertaken. It's fun to write stories and to draw, to create artwork... It's an activity I find so therapeutic that I don't mind spending a few minutes just staring blankly into space... However, I also like playing in other realms. Sometimes when I look up the meaning behind an expression I have been given before, a new world appears in front of my eyes. Sometimes I think I understand the emotions that others have experienced during that moment. Then other times I remember what the word "sad" means in my language. These words describe my mood, emotions, thoughts, ideas, experiences, and the whole world. When I wrote this story, tears appeared in my eyes while doing some thinking. When I finished writing this book... it ended up with many unexpected changes.

That's because, while reading this book through, I was reminded that I'm only a human being, not an angel, and not a god. I still have the freedom to choose things. Even if the reader hates me, even if they despise me, they cannot stop me from living my own life. In some ways I don't think they want to. But then, in other aspects, I think they do. The question remains, what is the motivation behind their behavior? What makes you choose to hate me and to hate yourself? Who are the people you hate? What reasons does a person need to justify hating you? Why does someone hate someone else?

I think the answer lies in the choices we make. We make choices to live our lives. We make choices to love, to hate, to laugh, to cry, to smile, to frown, to be angry, to be sad, to be happy, to be healthy, to be sick, to be old, to be young, to be weak, to be strong, to die, to be alive, to be evil.

And what do we do with these choices when faced with the choices that define us? I guess the key to this is that we have to live for ourselves. Our personal goals, our values, and our dreams. The truth is most people do not make conscious decisions on a daily basis. They simply react in a negative manner towards whatever life throws at them and they just hope life will throw more at them. We are all human beings after all. We struggle to survive and make decisions to protect ourselves or protect other human beings, but ultimately, we have to choose our lives to live. We make our choices with our hearts rather than our minds and soul.

Somehow, people get confused when they hear the phrase "to choose your own fate." I think it's a little hard for people to distinguish the difference between the two. I think they confuse fate and free will. The first type of choice is choosing to continue living and hoping for the best. Fate means that one person chose to die and another person had the opportunity to survive. Free will means that you can choose not to choose, yet you still must. Either way, the two are closely tied together. The second type of choice is choosing what kind of future you want. You can't escape from a future, you can only control what kind of future you want to live. You cannot control your own destiny. Fate tells you what kind of world you will end up in. Free will tells you what path you are supposed to take. Both of these kinds of choices are possible for both of you. If the choice is right, it's probably better for you to live than to die. If the choice is wrong... It's better if you just stay dead.

There is nothing wrong with the second one, though. The second option is the way we normally choose to live our lives. There's no reason for anyone to wish to end his life and there's no reason for anyone to live. People have chosen to make their own futures. It doesn't mean they necessarily will achieve those outcomes. In the case of choosing death instead of choosing happiness, it could turn out that you were indeed successful, whereas, for someone who chooses to live, it could be extremely dangerous to be alive.

The idea that we need to choose something in order to live a peaceful life is a bit naive. The decision to live another day is mine, and it belongs to every human. And as long as I remain true to that, the story ends happily for all.

tHΣ ᵉⁿᵈ