A Simple World — Part 3 — Hunger
At first it went unnoticed. It was this small unusual feeling. It was an emotion. I think. It would gradually start to tug on me. Only slightly. It was enough for me to notice. I brushed it off. What was this annoying thing. I do not think it really matters. If I ignore it, will it go away?
I like moving forward. Sometimes I walk when I do not really know what I should do next. Just to feel like I am moving forward. Do you ever get this feeling? The feeling that you are supposed to accomplish something amazing,
but you have no direction as to what the next thing is that you should do to make that actually happen. Does everyone feel special? Some special person that is more unique than the rest of the world? There it is again. Whenever I think it is gone. I remember it. Sitting at the pit of my stomach.
Maybe there is no such thing as special. I mean something may feel special to me. I might make someone else feel special. Change. This is the special I talk of. Destiny. The destiny to change and accomplish something incredible. Will I just be a thought. What happens when those thoughts die? Do I die as well? Maybe I am just as everyone else. A programmed machine. Chemical reactions inducing movements. Inducing action. Inducing… this stupid feeling.
