I was once told a love story between an ordinary girl and the leader of the yakuza. Like any other good love story, this particular story comes with it's own problems and obstacles to overcome. One particular story, however, caught my attention.

There was once a girl, raised with all the wealth she could have and more, in a world inwhich she grew up seeing every problem and every desire righted with money. She grew up, a beatiful woman unafraid of anything and anyone. One day, she caught sight of the leader of the yakuza and fell in love with him, only to be harshly rejected. Scorned and humiliated by this, she sought to get revenge. She marched into the hideout of a rival of the yakuza gang, only to be sneered at and captured. The girl was then violated and left at the door of her house, with a note that said that the yakuza was the one who did it to her. Enraged, her father in turn captured the ordinary girl, with incoherent thoughts of violating her for revenge (as she was the yakuza's koibito), but instead of meeting the same fate as the other girl, she was saved at the last minute.

This got me thinking. We have always thought of ourselves as the main character of our own lives, the character who, no matter what circumstances in the story or comic, would never meet harm, or the story would end. However, what if the life that we hold so near and dear was just another character in a story, not necessarily the one whom always get saved at the last minute? Like how we are placed on the world just to make the main story interesting for one person, and while that person gets saved, we meet a trajic end to bring the story a bit of flavor, or in simpler words, placed on the world just for the purpose of living our life and dying when the times comes. That's the feeling I get sometimes, when life goes peachy for others while I, whom I always think of as a sort of protegonist Of my own life, lives such an imperfect life.

It is currently 2.40am, I woke up in a daze at 2.15 and started to write this nonsensical essay on my iPhone out of the blue. I don't know what it means, just that the idea suddenly came to me, and wouldn't stop bugging me 'till i noted it down. This happens sometimes but this is the firsttime I ever wrote it down. So enjoy this rather emo essay and i'm going to sleep.

EDIT: Holy crap, it really DOESN'T make sense. What was I THINKING!?