You’ve told me your existence has been nothing but pain and loss. Never feeling secure. Never having a home. You deserve so much, and I can get it for us. The life we’ll be able to have together once—”
“What kind of life will that be, Quinlan? The kind where we’re slaves to our hatred? Our rage? That’s what the dark side made me. That’s what it does. Nothing is ever enough. You get more, and more, but you’re never happy. It’s a trap baited with all the things you want most in life—and it’s not worth living. I already left that behind.”
Quinlan Vos and Asajj Ventress
Looking back, maybe it all started with the wrong reasons on hand.
I don’t know.
So many things that could be yet it didn’t.
I realised I stop because I could never do it for the right reasons.
Isn’t it ironic that the philosophies that I used to espouse and believe in so strongly are now the exact things that push me away most?
I remember talking about how increased exposure allows one to be more in sync yet I realised now that it was completely wrong.
Maybe I wasn’t destined for such great things as some believed.
Maybe I just am one who will settle for simplicity with nothing but a knot and quandary.
Maybe I am hopeless and too far gone. Maybe I am not. Eitherway, I can no longer find the right reasons for me to care.
This might not necessarily be a bad thing, I guess. I suppose it just means that I know what are the most important things in my life.
This is simply not one of it, anymore.
Time to move on?