Opening Chapter: Once upon a boy (Fiction)

Once upon a boy who thought about the world.

Not a man, nor a child. Born in times of peace, much after the wars of the world had driven people to carry out great reforms and stable laws. Born while they were still happy, but under the threat of a dark span coming. Born in times of peace, but not prosper - the world had started to wither again.


The world had truly started to wither - in all forms possible. Without a common cause, the humans around him had lost perspective. And the responsibility that young people had to bare was reaching out of control - it was the pressure of investing money in life-changing decisions in a world where you can trust nobody.
In general, it had been all ruined when life became so solitary, creating scavengers and not people, much like during war.

But...was it actually a time of peace?

Maybe not.

Actually, as I recall, there was a war. Not a war of steel and guns. A war where there were no battle-cries to silence the confusion within our heads, where there was nothing to conquer to soften the hunger of our soul. It was the inevitable war that came after - the war against our own selves.

And then a simple boy, not a man, nor a child, sat down and started to battle. He started to think.

He was limited - he never felt what it truly meant to have a real purpose, after all, he was born in times of peace, as if that meant anything anymore - but he still hadn't been crushed by the cruel world. He had the chance to look at it from a fresh point of view. He still hadn't put on his mask of deceit, so his thoughts were clearer and more objective than those of a grown man. He still had innocence and most importantly, a kind heart.

What he wanted was to understand the problems of man and fix them, so that he can carry out a better future. He craved for an answer to those seemingly impossible to solve questions.

So once there was a boy who though about the world, bearing a whole lot of weight on his tiny shoulders.

He though of love and hate, of fear and curiosity, of greed and generosity, of truth and lies, of knowledge and illusion, pleasure and responsibility. All to find a better purpose and understanding. Did he find them? Or he maybe just wasted his time.