Simplicity In A Complex Mind

I've learned.
'In the realm of power, what is the point of chasing here and there, trying to solve problems and defeat your enemies, when you are not in control. Why do you always have to react to events instead of directing them?'
'The essence of power is the ability to keep the initiative, to get others to react to your moves'.
-Robert Greene
Aggressive action does not mean effective action.In order to be in control, i need to master my emotions.
After those times.
I look back.
I still miss you, and there are so many you.
Not many. I am confused.
But i just know i'm braving the front forcing the very smile.
Soon to come.
those humans. Evil and self-centered but yet beautiful and enchanting.
I'm not someone that allow others to carve my path.
I'm not someone that allow others to lay out a route for me to leave my prints on.
There must be a purpose. A meaning.
What's my calling?
being just like another pawn in this superficial world?
being consume by the surrounding.
I'm lost in transition yet again.
I'm still forever so interested in humans.

Beneath the cover of every human, lies many unspoken truth.
The facade that we had on that were suppose to forbid others from prying into the deeper side of us.
The vulnerable past.
Some say our eyes are the window to our soul.
It speak countless memories and moments.
Plenty. Many.
Dark and surreal.
Those eyes, into another world of your own.
The heart that leads the mind.
I wish to speak, but only to you.
To immerse into the memory lane of yours.
Those Eyes.
Beyond the laughter, lies a emotional soul.
Beyond the day, sits a lonely one.
With all the glam and prestigious facade, a cold and unspoken truth.
It's not so simple as it seems.
But when the dawn break, it's just another pathetic day.
Not much will understand me.
And i do not seek for it.
But to accept me as who i am is all i wish.
Nothing work out man.
I'm tired of waking up and heading to work, and nothing to look forward to after work.
It had became such a routine, that it's really unacceptable.
After work activity is usually just booze. What else?
Now i can understand why people start to lose the fire when they grow old. They just want to live a life, without much turmoil, without much surprises. Just earn their dough, and get on with life everyday.
But that's certainly not my kind of life, there's ultimately no meaning.
I need challenges.
I need love.
I need more than the world can give.
There should be a purpose in my life.
And i can't just stomach the fact of getting by with nothing significant happening.
What's going on?
Why did you set me free when you had my heart?
Are we really not meant to be?