Forget fate, forget destiny, decide your own purpose. Don't like your purpose? Change it. What you do is your choice. Noone should be able to decide your purpose without your consent. Someone may decide for you and you may not have a choice in the matter. Doesn't make it right though. My purpose is mine. And your purpose is yours. And if you don't know your purpose yet then that's ok too. Some people can live their whole lives without one and that's just fine too. But in the end your purpose, if you have the choice, is whatever you decide it to be.
Water is patient. It wears slowly at the land. Consuming it bit by bit. It engulfs the air. It extinguishes fire. Water can change it's form, be it rising as steam when it heats or further up in the sky as a cloud. Or harder than that, colder, as ice. Water can take many shapes and many forms. Water is old. Water is life. From the water we crawled out and one day the water will reclaim us all.
To be a hero or to a villian is to shackle oneself to an ideal. Both of them are trapped. Trapped in expectation. Some one might say that a villian does whatever he/she wants but do they...
Or is the villian limited in what he/she can do to out of the bounds of his/her terrian. All others scorn and fear the villian and fear is powerful. Yes it grants the villian power over the masses but also destroys the chance of good in them.
A hero is no less trapped. Trapped by their own principles. By what a 'hero' must act like.
No I say be none. Don't hide your decisions by labelling them the actions of a hero or a villian. They are your decisions. Own up to them. Let them be yours.
Batman's play at a moral high ground is nice and all but in the end if he has the choice to finally end the Joker and refuses to do so constantly, then does that make Batman an accessory to murder especially since he knows that Joker will escape and will kill again. This is not the case of him killing a suspect or someone just plain sane but rather killing a straight up psychopath who, as the plot demands, will never change. This is not the real world and the Joker is not a man who made a mistake and may in time come to repent. The Joker knows exactly what he is doing and loves it too much to ever stop doing it. The only true way to end the Joker's reign of terror is to end the Joker himself.
He was there again. And with him that strange ache in her chest. Always it came, without failure, these days even the mere mention of him brought it forth. She began to wonder what he felt when he saw her but quickly pushed that thought aside. Such things must never cross her mind; lest others sense a weakness in her. Because that’s what it was; a weakness. But there were times that she almost couldn’t bring herself to care.
He was her opposite. Soft when she was hard. Warm when she was cold. And yet it seemed that they were more alike than you would see at first glance. Both were outcasts in their own way.
He was beautiful. Not handsome as men are handsome but rather beautiful as princess in a child’s bedtime story. Too beautiful. Women looked upon him in envy rather than lust and even some men who preferred men would not look at him for he was too feminine by half. He dressed in silks and sang before the court, such was his role.
She had some beauty but it would have been better if she had none. She was a soldier, nothing more. Her skills with the sword earned her her place but did nothing for the mockery. Both the court and her brothers-at-arms alike scorned her, for why should a beautiful woman serve in armor rather than serve her husband. So she closed herself off; became cold and hard. If she showed no weakness then they could not find a way to hurt her.
Then the court received a new singer. And the hardness began to crack.
So here she was again. With this absurd ache in her chest and a weakness garbed in silk preparing to sing. She was torn. Her mind wanted to get rid of this threat to her. Her heart rebelled against this and wanted to hide him and keep him safe from the world.
As he began to sing she stood there, heart and mind at war. Waiting to see what would win and which choice she would have to make.
Make not a sound
Speak only when spoken to
And then only in whispers
You are a woman
A woman must have no voice
Save when her husband wills it
And soon he will be your husband
And then you shall do your duty
You will not enjoy it but he will
And in the end you shall fufill your purpose
And bear him sons
Birth daughters if you must
But sons he must have
If you do not he will put you aside
And take another to bride
If you are lucky he will put you to the axe
If not you shall live on the streets as a disgraced woman
For I will not allow you bring shame upon my halls
Now go forth daughter and wed this Lord
And remember to keep your silence
And do your duty
To whom ever is reading this
You don't know me and I don't know you but at this moment in time we can both agree on one thing; you are reading this.
Or maybe you're not. Maybe somebody is reading this outloud and you'd really like them to shut up already.
But let's say you are reading this...why?
Are you trying to judge the people in this challenge?
Or are you looking for something that resonates with you?
I can't answer that.
Because I don't know you.
But in this moment in time I'd just like to say this:
Hi and nice to meet you.