Imperfection

[Saerieve]

 

Part XIX: Grand Finale

No one dared to stand up and shout about the imperfection in the world. Just like no one dared to stand up against the Colonials who came in, claiming Coronado as their own, while there were thousands of freelancers who had been there long before the Colonials even entered the system for the first time. Everyone sat there, accepting defeat and misery, thinking one man could not change the world.. While they couldn't have been more wrong. If one man appears, who'd be willing to fight for what he really believes in, for making his own world the way he believes it should be, two more will follow, and dozens after them. One man cannot change the world on his own, but who says one man can't show the true purpose of being alive to the rest of the world, so -they- do what it takes to make their own world a better place.

No one could live forever, so what did it matter if he died twenty years younger, but died really fighting for what he wanted? What was the value of life if there was no purpose behind it? And what was the value of having a purpose, if it wasn't respected and treasured by everyone? What a man could do to make others see his point in life, if everyone were too busy just doing as they were told, or blindly following in their fathers' footsteps for generations, or doing nothing but struggling to survive? No man could create a perfect world on his own, but even one man was enough to trigger what it took for others to start making the world a better place... And what if he was that one man? What if he was the one who would willingly sacrifice his own life, and many others', to open everyone's eyes and make them actually see where their world is heading to... Even if it meant killing many, just to make a very few actually see and understand.
 

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