If, let's say, you were to write a story with me as the main character, it would most certainly be a tragedy.
Everyone's the same. In fact... he's the main character of his novel, and she's the main character of her movie.
All those that walk this earth are the main characters of their own tragedies.
All steal, and from all something's stolen.
We can't help it.
That's who we are.
Steal and be stolen.
Imprison and be imprisoned.
Follow and be followed.
Do and be done unto.
Affirm and negate. Over and over.
And yet... we fight ceaselessly to save ourselves from loss.
The people and places we love will one day surely be lost.
We all will surely be forgotten. Life's sad. It's so empty...
But we still strive in wretched ways despite knowing we will one day be bereft, despite knowing one day we will disappear.
And yet we still wish to be beautiful.
And... I consider "Which one?". So I choose "this one. Forever choosing, forever being chosen. Nothing more, and nothing less.