I realised that the power of the moment is not in the moment itself. We live in a world of appearance, Abigail, where the reality lies beyond the appearances, and this is also only what appears to be such powerful when in actuality it is not. Such appears to be the extreme and undisputed power of a single moment. I then saw how powerful yet weak, bright yet dark, beautiful yet ugly, joyous yet grievous is a one single moment. I waited and I counted each moment of it, thinking about every moment of my life, the good and the bad ones. Hours, days, weeks and months passed and I waited for a moment of magic to happen, a turn of destiny, but nothing happened, nothing ever happens. I travelled to far away lands, running away from friends, family and everyone else and I confined myself to my thoughts, to my feelings and to myself. I no longer saw any meaning of life but then I saw no reason to die as well. My dear, when the moment of my past struck me, in its highest demonised form, I felt dead, like a dead-man walking in flesh without a soul, who had no reason to live any more.
Death note rules on halving a life free#
A past, which shaped our future into an unknown yet exciting opportunity to revisit the lost thoughts and to break free from the libido of our lost dreams.
A past, which changed us and our perception of the world. I decided to share some part of my story, of what led me here, the part we both have had in common. So I thought of something through which I hope you will remember me for a very long time. But that is what all friends do and they only qualify to remain as a part of the bunch of our loosely connected memories and that's not what I can choose to be, I cannot choose to be lost somewhere in your memories. I thought of giving you blessings and wishes for things of great value to happen to you in future I thought of appreciating you for being the way you are I thought to give sweet and lovely compliments for everything about you I thought to write something in praise of your poems and prose and I thought of extending my gratitude for being one of the very few sincerest friends I have ever had. I thought a lot about what I should write to you. “My dearest friend Abigail, These probably could be the last words I write to you and I may not live long enough to see your response but I truly have lived long enough to live forever in the hearts of my friends.
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