Preface-In The Beginning
I was naiive. Too naiive for my own good. Aye, I thought it was a wonderful thing; to trust with heart and soul. To love like that was the only important thing in the world. But of course, that was only proving how stupid I was. Ignorant to the war surrounding me called life. Unsuspecting, single-minded, guiless, childish, and foolish, looking past the truth that was set right in front of me. I had constructed a curtain around myself, believing that, not only was my life satisfying, it was actually desirable. Initially, it was, but all good things must end. Then we're left within the ashes, wondering if what we had was even good in the first place, if we should have taken it for granted, asking ourselves if it was even meant for us, doubting ourselves and others. That's what happened to me. My make-believe curtain was lifted, the fog cleares, fuzzy images reconstructed until even I could no longer ignore the truth. It shattered my soul and brought me to reality, something I knew nothing of, where I was but a meaningless shadow cast onto the wall by something blocking the light. Everything I had was never mine because we can't own something that was never real in the first place, no matter how much we look the other way. Maybe that's why I was finally allowed to see that I was just a speck of dust among mountains. Of course I would drift through the air for awhile, but sooner or later, I was bound to come to Earth and hit solid rock. That's exactly what happened. And that? It was only the beginning.