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  • The Tale of the Righteous Man

    The Tale of the Righteous Man

    INTRODUCTION

    It is certainly a new chapter. Everything is falling into place, dreams turned into goals, tasks
    were undertaken to fulfil those dreams, and now, finally, reaping the fruits of said
    accomplished goal. However, we are only halfway through the road, child, enjoy this victory
    a little, then off you go to your next destination, plan for what is and will become of you, for
    the final goal is waiting for us, where the sky touches the sea. The righteous man continues
    his journey towards the final goal, to where there is no sickness and no pain, to where
    beings can just be living in peace in a world of their own creation.

    Centuries ago, the righteous man buried a journal near the first tree, claiming that the journal
    is filled with evil, and decided to proceed with his ongoing quest without the journal. It was
    later, that the righteous man has discovered that we are actually one and that no matter what
    plan he comes up with to suppress this darkness, I will always and surely find a way to be
    present if not in total control, in some actions or words that the righteous man may have
    done or said unknowingly or sometimes accidentally. I am the true representation of Man,
    the truth must always be spoken, emotions must be shared truthfully, I am the sound mind
    that never lies nor shall give others any opportunity to get advantage of us, even when it
    appears otherwise to the untrained eyes. I am the soul, and he is the essence that keeps us
    both intact in this body. After a long treacherous journey of denial, and fighting, finally we
    have made some arrangements, an agreement as the righteous man calls it, we continued
    down the road thinking that we are heading towards the final goal, however it seems that we
    were in a loop for years without knowing it, we keep crossing the burial site, every milestone
    we achieve, we end up beside the first tree next to the buried journal.

    We camped under the first tree after our little victory as we procrastinated digging up the
    journal and taking it with us this time… Towards the final goal.