Do you ever wonder if the villain of the story even realizes that they’re the bad guy? Perhaps they’re only trying to do what they think is right in a world where everything that they see is wrong is accepted on a larger scale. Perhaps their attempts at righting the world in their scope is what’s giving those that oppose them the most the title of hero. Perhaps they really are in the right but the majority of the world disagrees and sides with the hero.
It’s an interesting thought and I think that it could make a pretty good twist on a story. Sometimes I wonder if I’m living in that reality. Sometimes I fight so hard for what I believe in, I try to do the right thing no matter where it gets me or what I lose and every. Single. Time I’m defeated and chased back into my lair. More often than not there’s a fanfare for whomever drove me back and for days I sit and lick my wounds until I can swallow it up, force it back, and move on like nothing happened. I’m tired. Truly tired from the outside in of being hated wherever I go. If I need a safe place to curl up and gather myself up again, sometimes there’s just no where I can go. I realize that everything I do just sets me back but I continue to do it because I believe firmly that I’m doing the right thing.
The worst part is, the people I love are the ones I’m hurting the most. Sometimes I Just…really wish that things would come to an end so we can all know the truth of things, know what is undeniably right and wrong, and live in a place where no one feels like the villain ever again.
