“I am tired…. tired of this war… The hate amongst our brothers, the violence in the streets, all the blood on the concrete. What has happened to our once joyful and loving people? Now so quick to judge and execute based on nothing but appearances and a lust for supremacy and false virtues. When did we stop seeing with our hearts, embracing our differences while singing in unison to the heavens? Our eyes set on the stars! Our minds and hearts, joined together in a beautiful dance! Back then, what did it matter the bite of our teeth, the source of our creed or how we chose to live? Our Elysium. Our paradise. Our haven. Now torn apart by a stupid ideology followed in blind faith…
I know it is appealing to think you are oppressed, that everyone else look down upon you, that you are a victim of fate, born into a body you did not choose and subjected to the legacy of your race, for better or for worse. The big lottery of life! But this is all false… And I know because the Prophets spoke of this, how each one of us is unique and born into the world not to suffer the legacy of our ancestors, but to rise above it and make a new legacy for ourselves! This idiotic conflict is nothing but an illusion created by those in power to perpetuate a cycle of hate and infighting in which we all lose while they profit from our suffering to advance a dark agenda.
Oh how I wish we could turn back time… to the good old days, when we sat on the walls and laughed at the sun in a never-ending joy that lasted for a whole day, only to greet us again the next morning. Our friends were there, our families were there and so were our neighbours, our teachers, our dear companions in this grand adventure called life! I remember that… And it fills me with hope, that one day we can forget about this petty conflict that brings sorrow to so many. The same hope that makes me want to get up and go, run wild and free across the lush green hills from back home in the summer! Rolling on the grass and playing all day long! And in the evenings we would join around the fire and tell stories, stories of great deeds and small things we did in our day, from legends and myths to the valuable lessons of life!
But it is late. I am tired… and I must rest… because tomorrow, the fighting will begin again…”

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