The Responsibility of Blight

Oh, the places you won't goLife The main elements of everything that is built on the foundations of this world, in which two important paths of life come into play. The first is the emotion of love. You know, the painfully funny stupid moments in your life when you've been blindsided by someone? Yes, a moment in your life when you either play a complete douchebag or try to play a full-fledged badass. It doesn't matter what you love. It can be anything. Like a person. Or an object. Or even an idea! You can love almost any kind of thing in this world, some things are even murky water. Although the human side can sting if you touch the wrong side. Then there is death. The end game of life. Once this event happens, we can just poof and stop existing, or go to space and chill out with the angels, or just reincarnate to another world. There's pretty much only one way to find out where we go after that, unless you know the damn handy trick of getting yourself back before you die completely. But what about the paradoxes that follow death? Like, you can't come back from death? Or what if you managed to resurrect yourself, but it wasn't you who died in the first place? Or what if ......? If As soon as you think about death, or anything to do with a life-threatening situation, that dreaded combination comes into play. It makes you second guess, your mind fills with anxiety and clouds your judgement, which makes choosing a decision all the more difficult. So ...... what if every life could be filled with happy love stories and death has nowhere to go? Would life be too f*****g dandy? All day up close and personal with the things that make you happiest. Now that's not heaven. In time, then, it will be a well-tuned death. A peaceful, preferably naturally occurring, painless way of leaving this world. If so, life will be good. If only it were that simple. But this is not the case. There's always a tail to human desire, a bit like a rope, but more permanent. Something like a chain sounds good. As people, we drag a chain wherever we go and let it get caught in the places we leave behind. Now imagine not only yourself, but billions of other people walking around, dragging their chains around. We're bound to get caught up in someone else's mess, aren't we? If we are being dragged by someone, then we must start dragging another person along with us, and then they with another person, and so on. Life just becomes an eternal race to pull others to you, while having little control over what you do, or how you affect your own actual chain. Only the person dragging you can slightly tilt the direction in which you are being dragged, and you can only change the life of the person dragging you. Everyone you know is being dragged along by someone bigger than them, and dragging others along with them. That's what life is all about. But what about the people at ...... who are so pointy topped? The ones who drag everyone down; what drives them? "Hello, sir?" "Hmm?" They have enough power to lead the way they want to, without anyone theoretically controlling them from above, so why don't they actually lead the world? "Please tell me: why am I the only one left?" There was silence around the inquiring boy, and his eyes gazed deeper into the answer. "Well, you really shouldn't know." "Oh, why not?" The answer is really simple: we drag the people below us, but that doesn't mean they won't drag us too. It's a bit like a metal fishing net. We throw it down, but we get our legs caught in it and soon the fish start dragging us. "Because you are the only survivor of this tragedy." The words sounded like a burden to carry, but they just darted over the teenager's body like a ghost. Or maybe the words themselves were scary. "But isn't Evelyn still with me? That doesn't necessarily mean I'm the only one left in the family." And once the jagged chains spread like silk threads, the cursed ones from the bottom ripple, causing the top to crumble in their haven. "Well ...... you're not wrong, but you're not right either." "I don't understand." "He's still here ...... but - everything about him is dying, maybe even dead." From there, the people at the bottom can control the people at the top and manipulate their networks to make changes for themselves. But this only becomes feasible if you make everyone suffer together. Despite... "Ah ...... so that's it." The boy now understands. The missing pieces are now beginning to connect. But even if it all made sense, it wouldn't make the truth bearable. ...... If they have the right pieces and know exactly where to place them, a person can control that bottom group on their own. But only a very few gifted people can reach these levels, and most are born with the gift. Therefore, only the geniuses of this world can dream of actually changing the world for themselves. - But don't kill the whole idea completely. What if someone experiences a series of events that will powerfully change their perspective on life while continually changing the way they function internally as a human being? If this happened and they experienced events that changed the wiring of their brain, could they do it? Would they have the mindset and willingness to change and manipulate the world around them to suit their lives? ...... If they did, by what means would they have done so? "So Evelyn must have had a reason for killing her father, right Ezell?" The boy asked the question that had plagued him since he had jumped into the back seat of the car, looking around at the world passing by, raindrops pounding against the glass. His eyes drifted away from the crying world and onto the large man sitting in front of him. "I really, really hope so. Because if not, then I really don't know what to do Gail." Ezell murmured, looking back at the sleeping boy slightly older than him in the back seat. His corrupt snoring suggested that this must be the first time he had rested in some time. "I really hope you have one, Evelyn."