Ok,
it's becoming obsessive right now. John Doe really needs a breakthrough. He
needs it badly. Too many things went wrong for him, there's got to be even a
tiny grain of justice in this world, or karma, or whatever. It would be nice
if, for once at least, things were to work out for him. He's definitely ready
for it, in fact, he's been expecting this since God only knows when, so you
might even say he was born ready. And he's also willing to go the extra mile,
to actually try not to screw things up this time. He can't promise anything yet,
but I've got a good feeling about this. It's crazy enough that it might just
work.
It's
true, he still has some baggage on him from the past. But the ghosts are
starting to fade away, and everything he does somehow seems more and more real,
that can't be a bad thing. It's not like he can just let go of the past and
become a whole new self. He was never able to master that. No matter how many
times he has been reborn, there is always a small piece of his past that gets
impregnated on his new soul, and it stains it forever. You could say that by
now his heart has become a rainbow of loathing and past disappointments. But
there's room for more, and even if he hopes it won't' be necessary, John is always
ready to invent a new color, something not to bright, so it doesn't distract
the attention from the old spots.
A shade
of brown hair, a trace of green eyes, maybe even the dark red of the most
poisonous lips, those are the colors of John's heart. And beneath the painted
coating lies the darkness of his wicked soul. It's better even, just to have it painted like
that, it would have been a shame if it were all black and gloomy. Where there
is color there is hope, and that's what keeps him going. And there's a new
paintbrush on his easel, and who knows, maybe this will be the one that paints
him bright red and throws him to the world to die. Maybe this time there will
be no space unpainted, and there will be no more need for painting. One can
just hope.
How
great is it that he is able to do this. That we are all able to do this. To
move on to the next paintbrush, hoping that this time things will be different,
knowing they probably won't. How terrible it would be if we fell in love only
once in a lifetime? Unbearable at the least. Don't get me wrong, it's beautiful
when you finally find "the one" that's meant to be there forever. But
you never know when will that be, and you have plenty of time to try and figure
it out, but it most certainly won't work. So all you can do is take the love as
it comes and hope you don't find the true one too soon or too late. You love
every single one as if it were the one, and if it isn't, you never regret it,
because it would have been much worse if it were and you would have ignored it.
And
that's what John Doe does, in every single moment of his existence. He is an
idealist, he lives with the illusion of the perfect love stuck in his mind. And
that's why he madly falls for any girl that he meets on a bus, and he lives a
whole love story with her in just under a minute, right before he has to get
off the ride, too late for an introduction. And he grieves, and he hates
himself for a while, but then he sees another on the street, and it's back to
square one. And when he finally finds the guts to go for one, he throws himself
head first like the biggest fool there is in this universe. And he usually ends
up bashing his head on the ground. An then it's back to self loathing. But he
doesn't regret a thing, because he always goes down swinging, and honestly,
that's the only thing that matters. John Doe needs to fight for the ideal love,
even though his cause is not only lost, but it never really existed. At least
he has one, a cause, that is.
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