Diary of Jir So-Kinh

[Jir So-Kinh]

...datapad opened...
...date: 4/1/823...
...Entry #4, Afternoon...

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Choice.

A simple word, made of one syllabe and six letters, which I have heard many times - yet were never given to feel true meaning of it. Minding my self-existence, being a thing for the others. Used, abused and then got rid away as soon as I became boring or not useful anymore. Delivered with all but anything spiritual satisfaction connected to it.

But me, given a choice? 'He' appeared out of nowhere. 'He' saved me from my grim fate. It was 'Him' who rejected the machinations of fate, with myself being destined to die out there, nameless, wretched, insignificant.

But then, I was given a choice.

No.

I was given the choice.

Given the choice, whether to rule over my own existence or see it fall, like a failing empire. To challenge the fates for another throw - a better throw - against one's destiny...


I am now master and commander of my petty existence.

...end of the entry...
...datapad turned to sleep mode...

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