What if you spent your entire existence pretending to be someone you are not. Letting your tongue drip with honey as you seduce those around you. Letting vice become a part of you, ultimately stripping away your humanity.
This is something that has really bothered me lately. I just finished "Richard The Third," which is basically about this guy who spends his entire life doing this just so he can become king. Which does, for like two years? He also kills a lot of people, some innocent, and others less.
How could that be worth it? Would you trade your entire life for the pursuit of power? Only to loosely hold it in your hands, watching it wash away quickly. It just doesn't seem... valuable.
I am interested in power. I wouldn't be completely human if I wasn't easily tempted by the idea of being something greater than the weaker being I am. Isn't that how Satan talked Eve into eating the forbidden fruit? Which worked out really well for us...
The only power I want to be interested is so much more than power. A father who loves me, and wants to understand me. Because of that... I am greatly blessed.
