Embracing Vulnerability: Turning Weakness into Strength

I still remember the faces of the world when I was down in the dungeons. The eyes I saw in them as I judged myself for being not vigilant towards my steps toward life. The world perceives my life as naivety for what I had brought upon life. They either watch or pass by. I knew I was bygone at that moment. I lost directions. The silence was the only option I took. I even wondered what was the point of my existence. It was useless because the souls I watched in my growth were deaf or discarded me as a noise. The innocence I claimed for believing in the nobility places me at the lowest point of my life. No matter where I run, humans are everywhere and only choose to see what they intend for. Hiding was an act of cowardice. I seek respect for my true self the least, yet I was torn for being in a straight line. Adaptability, giving, and taking are responsibilities to survive in this world, but not willingness for a heart. I always look in the mirror and ask myself what I am. I am not typical and ordinary, just like everyone else. Is being normal complicated for me? Either I hated souls who could be at ease with being ordinary where I couldn't, or I despised myself for not being ordinary like them. The mind and heart in me are bringing me to a place. I thought I was writing my destiny, yet beyond circumstances leading up to a magnificent.

The oddness I feel myself was a curse or gift to take the challenge. The setbacks I went through throughout my life evoked a sleeping beast. The Beast I had in me for three decades. Ironically, I was not aware the Beast had in me. The eyes of mine closed and woke the Beast's eye. The moment the Beast rose, I couldn't constraint. The rage, anger, frustration, and demolition were significant. I was losing the soul in me. What is the righteous to face this world with the Beast or the soul in me? I knew the Beast would cause destruction and massacre for many hearts. It sounds like a victory, yet the long hoping faith in me will vanish. I knew I had to contain the Beast in me. In limbo, I had to reach a depth in myself to find an answer. I needed the power to master the Beast, and turning naivety into writing strengthened my will for the outburst of the Beast. The Beast and I were in hand-to-hand combat. I seal the Beast with a story, yet the Beast is me. I shall confront the world with a dual personality in me. I shall require the soul and the Beast to evoke a story for fighting the odds beyond merely hope. The quest to seek will be a curse or gift. The world saw a human in me in the past, and now they are confronting my new transformation. The Beast took the throne of the main lead character, and I am destiny's author for the Beast.