Discovering the Moral Compass: The Significance of Morality in Storytelling

Throughout my writing journey, there was a time I needed to confess about my project to the characters who brought me inspiration for their roles in the story. I will sacrifice my time to have a chance to express my thoughts and vision, a tale about to be brought up. The time is set for an expedition to reveal that a project is coming based on their inspirational role in my story. Certain inspirational characters were proud, a few were disbelief, some were surprised, a number had ignored, and a part never wanted to be in it. I knew the world would not be in phase with me because they have their respective lives. It's the sole instinct to guard their life for not learning what they are front for. In this journey, one thing came to my mind. When I am nothing, questions are only thrown at me. It was as if everyone had suspicions about me or was sceptical about my motive or disbelief about my faith. A hatred grew in me that the destiny leading to revenge. I insist on where that destiny is forging me up. I could not take my fingers and point anything else because the world had been ages of wariness and mistrust. I voice myself. Is morality to be shown as an object to the world's eyes? I took the criticism and discrimination to myself, believing I would rise from the ashes for not knowing the consequences. I puzzle the compass setting for an end or a new beginning.

The mortality of my story is about one soul's faith. I am walking in the path of faith and the world's urges to eye the identity without the depth of faith. They wish not to walk in faith for fear of deceit. I questioned how to open my faith to the world without an identity. Faith is a trust for something that can't be known yet, only a sense for a belief. World patience and the courage to walk in the path of my project are slipping off. Many gave up and wandered off, yet some noble stayed within me. I could have walked alone because solitude is nothing new to me. The revenge became an aspiration for a heart when souls mettle the code of faith with me. The walk finally reaches a home to be addressed in "The Heart To Seek". Instead of an answer for relived, questions piled up for morality for the address. Humans have the norm of asking questions without looking for answers. Now, I am queried what more I need than home. The home I am crafting is not for myself but for the soul's urge to connect to a place where the heart belongs. The aspirations are churning out a quest. I found the address and sought the hearts for a home I had discovered. The expedition I write about will bring hope to never hide a genuine, even a storm to face off. Sometimes morality is a faith that never ends but continues to a new magnum resurrection for generations.