Whitebark Stream The reparation of my heart

"I’ve lived a life of supposed 'purpose' for as long as I could remember. The thing about it is .. all of it came crumbling down the moment I realized the thing I so fiercely protected had already been broken." He let off a bitter scoff. What a pity it was, truly. To spend a lifetime believing everything you did amounted to something, when in reality it was only ever your own delusion driving you on.

"Long before I was born, actually. Before I even had a say on who I would be, all of it was written for me on sinking soil. An unstable foundation." The man continued on, disgust clinging to his tone as he spoke. 

He left in an attempt to find out more, but he only ended up even more lost than he had already been. How lonely it was to have lost in his own sense of self.

"What I search for now is a stable place from within. Something much harder to find than one would think." He shook his head.