CREATIVITY DASHED

The world is obstinate.
Difficult, right from it's very roots
With its unrelenting vigor
Dashing all hopes of creativity
Like a shattered mirror.

Nonetheless, it's impregnable defenses,
Choices, chances and luck still slips out of her bosom
Like water through a sieve.

So you see, it's not the world's fault
Cause we are the world
And we are it's faults
We also partly create the chances we have.

Then now we know,
That the world isn't obstinate but we are
because we make our own mistakes
And we are our mistakes

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Hello everyone, so my last post before this one was a game review, then this, I pray it wouldn't be my last this week cause things are a little hectic around here.

I'm definitely not gonna be diving deep and deeper into the game yet I'm just going to explain it to the best of my ability so please try to understand and also enjoy the read.

JUST DEEP, NO DIVING TODAY

At first I started with The world is obstinate. This just means the world is stubborn. And that, the poet persona is tired of his frequent hoped erased to nothing, and all creativity that his feeble mind tries to unleash, it always gets dashed to pieces, like a thousand mirrors.

Then he realizes that, no matter how much of a pain in the ass life is, even though he hasn't yet, but people still are successful and triumphant.

Then he now sees his mistake by blaming the world, so he puts the blame on the people worthy of it, humans.

He then closes it all by saying it's the mistake we make, that makes life difficult for us, so to a point it's mainly our fault. And then he says that even though you don't make any fatal mistake, another persons mistake might affect you, thus ruining you.

So be aware that it's on you.

my quill bleeds