Recalls of Surrender

I

"I was once a devout believer in the existence of all gods, kneeling before them in search of salvation."

The sea, a perpetual source of fascination for humanity, has a magnetic pull that draws voyages back to its shores time and time again. Its enchanting allure, capable of diverting our attention from the thrill of travel, often leads explorers into a monotonous existence. Yet, the insatiable desire for adventure and an unquenchable thirst for the unknown drive voyagers to explore uncharted territories with unwavering courage, creating a symphony of untamed energy that reverberates through the boundless depths of the ocean.

I was an explorer, but the vast sea and our monotonous existence often drowned out my voice.

However, I didn't mind it one bit.

During my noble quests, I often found solace in the enchanting solitude, allowing me to glide gracefully across the limitless horizon. Each ripple in the vast expanse was a testament to my indomitable energy and unwavering resolve to push the boundaries of human possibility, leaving a trail of wonder and inspiration in their wake. My desire to prove my worth and find acceptance in a world that often rejects me motivated me.

The everlasting front of men propelled by their invincible greed to subdue the globe never decimated the face of the earth, unlike the humility of the damp forest, which ascends power like a giant, leaving behind a trail of chaos and ambition. Despite facing unsettling circumstances that I would rather not disclose, I am now even more determined to break free from the constraints of society and embark on a genuine adventure.

Following a strenuous and demanding voyage, the story of ancestry yearns for solace and refuge in their abode.

I don't.

Embracing the disquieting essence of life, I meticulously relinquished the provisions that tether me to the periphery of existence, diving headfirst into the raw beauty of uncertainty in a mesmerizing village—a village surrounded by the tranquil waters of a picturesque sea. From the cottages' architecture to its people's customs and traditions, every town has a distinct character that sets it apart from others where urban meets nature in perfect harmony. It was in this village that I began my journey of self-discovery.

'I never stayed in one place for a long time, a fear of stagnation."

Never stay behind to commemorate the ancient wonders of humanity, unlike the rest of the population. Thankfully enough, the sound of waves crashing in drowned out the thrill of it all, pushing me to leave just as quickly.

I wasn't here to dwell in happiness.

I wasn't entitled to yearn for something I never retained.

Sometimes, disappearing is the ultimate luxury, where you can leave it all behind and start anew. But dreams merely exist to deceive the living. In my case, they were a gateway to the supernatural, a realm I had to navigate in my journey.

I only wish to solemnly navigate the bustling cityscape and barter the treasures I gathered from the edges of existence before returning to where I belong.

Scavenging ruins can be fascinating, but the allure of the past fades away eventually. Overwhelmed by the weight of nostalgia can be problematic, unlike the heart of the forest. Where everything is the same as before, nothing ever changes. The same way civilians diverge from my path, like the Red Sea as I pass along—embracing the solitude and finding a rhythm amidst the chaos of life.

No one was foolish enough to coerce their ruthless ambition in the open, even if the urge was more substantial than their hunger.

The indication wasn't due to fear or hatred but relatively for what I am.