The Last Fall of Snow III

In life, you have different things you want to pursue, may be material things, events, a person, or anything. The world is made to be inconsistent, and so are we.

It seems that whatever we desire, it will never end, it will never finish. We always have new wants, always have new desires. There will never be contentment.

You always seem to be looking for something. You always seem to be missing something. And all this time, I always believed that we are like that because it's our norm. That we are made that way with our own differences.

But now, I realized that maybe, that's why we can't be satisfied: we can't see the reason and purpose of these things.

I lived in vain. My whole life seems to have been dedicated to enslaving the world.

I fooled people because I wanted to help others. It doesn't make sense, doesn't it? I hated my father and ended up forgiving him. Still, it does not make sense.

There will always be a twist and turn with everything; there's no consistency, because there'