Ninetales1
Japan-flavoured Europhile
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- Seen Aug 27, 2013
I thought passion was enough. Mira thought as she walked along towards the edge of the park. So far I've done nothing but pursue my passions, of course after I discovered them. Yet still I feel that there are other things that are important in life... What could those things be? Love? Friendship? Family ties? Success? They all seemed so infinitesimal back since I first saw that hypnotist... Could they really be that important? If they are, I almost fear that they would lead away from my pursuit of passion. After all, when I started this pursuit, I ended up sacrificing many of those other things. My friends were gone, my family was gone--it suddenly just became me. I almost feel like an egotist--yet when have I ever put people down to make myself look better? Never, as far as I know! Yet still, I feel as if I have committed an awful sin--a deadly one that's always been creeping up on me, shooting up like a weed from the back of my mind... and worse, it's a sin that I cannot possibly hope to cure, or rather want to cure... so then what am I to do now?
Mira stopped a moment to ponder an answer to this final question to herself. But in doing so she slipped back into reality. Yet however "real" the place she was in seemed, it was clearly not the park she had been walking in moments before. It was a thick, glistening forest, much more vast than a dinky little park. Nearby where she stood was a small stream, and directly in front of her was a cabin from which the occasional voice issued.
Mira was automatically cast into ambivalence. She wanted to check the cabin out--for she was amazed that there were people out here. But at the same time, she knew how unpopular she had nowadays become with other people, and she figured her presence would be intrusive and disturbing--above all unwanted. So at times she stood where she was, staring at the cabin, but her feet occasionally jerked forward as if to walk.
Mira stopped a moment to ponder an answer to this final question to herself. But in doing so she slipped back into reality. Yet however "real" the place she was in seemed, it was clearly not the park she had been walking in moments before. It was a thick, glistening forest, much more vast than a dinky little park. Nearby where she stood was a small stream, and directly in front of her was a cabin from which the occasional voice issued.
Mira was automatically cast into ambivalence. She wanted to check the cabin out--for she was amazed that there were people out here. But at the same time, she knew how unpopular she had nowadays become with other people, and she figured her presence would be intrusive and disturbing--above all unwanted. So at times she stood where she was, staring at the cabin, but her feet occasionally jerked forward as if to walk.