Forward
What is my direction? Left… with my parents’ mistakes. Right… destroyed by society’s failings. Left… to fend for oneself in this desolation. Right… distraught, forsaken in one cold world. Left… weak and feeble looking only for strength. Right… afraid of anything good this place might offer. Left is worthless. Right is hopeless. Standing still is still worse. Yet, so many choose wrongly. So many choose to wallow in their present, given circumstance. They find themselves born into a mess, into mistakes, into troubles and assume that their lives have Calvinistically been set out before them, and in their assumptions they lose all hope, all faith, even their desires begin to melt away. They’ve given up. They’ve forgotten what is means to live, to care, what it means to look forward. There’s a story that’s been passed down from generation to generation in the Scottish culture. It tells of a man, named Robert the Bruce, who is commonly known as the future king, guilty of betraying the infamo...