To partake in the journey of art is to fly around meaninglessly, slowly getting better, slowly letting that envy decay you into black soot, or to let it scar, transform and change you into a different meaning. A slow mind break is what it is, as you grow, you discover better beings, casting a shadow on you. Though you are tired of getting left behind, there's nothing to do about it. None will change even if you try, accepting it is a way, but you never will, won't you? You are indeed lying to your own self, lying all the time. Forgiving them, but what to forgive? You become confused, wrath and envy takes over your mentality, your work becomes meaningless to your own mind, you seek for better and better, just to breed jealousy and violence. At the time you've realized it, you're already at, the bottom of your own mind. Trying to get out of that lake of quicksand is useless as every time you succeed, there will be always another, and it's only a matter of time before you die of suffocation.

But what if you forgave? or what if you chose another path? You won't know for sure, but that's the fun of it. If you can melt that envy away, that will be the solution to your own mind. If you can please that wrath of yours, you will find peace. After all, it's what you yearn for, right? Continuing this path won't have any benefits. Hm? Entertainment you say? Hah, if that's your choice then I won't step in your way, but if you fail and be a puddle again, I will still be here, taking care of those baddies.

After all, we're still the same identity, right?