[Prelude]
I would love to think of myself as a superhero.
Powerful, mighty. Most importantly, capable and strong. A superhero helps others and puts a smile on their faces, even if he himself was suffering; a superhero sacrifices for others.
I would love to be a superhero, the one who puts smile on your faces. But I'm not capable yet.
That wet, mushy April afternoon was the start of my dreams. I saw the evils in this world; I saw the horrors. That first day in a foreign country where everyone was suffering changed me. That day was the day my soul has awaken.
Once again the meaning of life is void. Wealth, prosperity and power are not what we are supposed to live for, we are supposed to be after material wealth. We are supposed to come to this work making a change. I wanted to make a change, and change shall happen.
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I dont know how to continue this. Sigh my english sucks
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