RIP Kazuki Takahashi, you will be greatly missed from all us fans. Thank you so much for bringing Yu-Gi-Oh! into my life from the bottom of my heart, it’s brought nothing but amazing times and people into my life. May you rest in peace legend.
Loss and separation are hard to live with, but what else can we do but to simply let them go and to continue forward?
Even if you feel lost and have no idea what to do, just live for the sake of living. We spend so much time looking for a purpose, that we forget to simply just… live.
I walk out of my home with comfortable clothes and go for a walk.
The breeze is cool.
The smell of the trees and their rhythmic swaying ease my heart.
I sit on a bench.
Suddenly, I feel a drop of rain hit my head.
Two more.
It’s drizzling now.
I see a cat sitting nearby.
It’s huddled tightly on itself under one of the trees.
I take off one of the shirts I was wearing to offer it something to keep itself dry and warm with.
I approach it slowly.
It notices me and watches me carefully.
I’m close now.
It hisses at me.
I offer it the shelter I can provide know it wouldn’t want to live with me.
It bares its claws.
My arm is bleeding and begins to sting in the rain.
My shirt is a bandage now, I suppose.
I run home.
It’s getting torrential now.
I make it inside dripping wet.
The windows bang and begin to crack.
I hurry to board up them up.
They break and the boards fly off.
I strip the walls for wood and board them again.
They are torn with little effort by the storm.
And before I know it, it’s too late.
Board by board, my home is torn apart.
It all falls apart around me.
The roof begins to leak.
I begin to panic.
I’m now knee deep in water.
I scream for help.
For anyone.
It’s to my waist now.
I struggle towards the door.
My chest is submerged.
I grab the door knob.
Now my chin.
I desperately yank the door but it is stuck.
I take a deep breath.
I’m completely underwater.
My view around me grows dark, like a slowly growing vignette.
I’m passing out but still hold on to the door.
I don’t know why, but I didn’t know what to do.
My consciousness leaves me.
Suddenly, the pressure causes the home to burst.
Holding the door I am washed outside.
As if seconds pass, I awake on top of this door.
An open ocean.
It’s sunny.
I’m alone.
I see no landmarks.
No sense of cardinal direction.
And yet, I paddle forward.
I won’t let myself be conquered by my own waters.
Not anymore.
I’ve grown.
I’ve held on.
The world bears its claws and fangs.
I keep walking on.
I once thought there was nothing for me.
And you know what?
Even if that really is the case, I don’t care.
It’s MY nothing.
In spite of it all, I’m gonna keep paddling.
I’ll find my new home.
I’ll make my new home where I see fit.
I will chart the maps of this new world.
Nah books can’t hurt my feelings and are much more interesting half of the time. Fantasy worlds are also much more beautiful than our world 😳
