Rise and Fall
The book tells of a time when his spirit was high, morale higher and ego beyond limits. It was a time of greatness, when no fellow in the firmament could be compared to him. An aura built upon worthiness and pride surrounds him. Even his name conjure a certain spell. KTG, he calls himself. Slowly, the name KTG found its way to their hearts and mind. They all know who the name refers to. There is no one else but him. His true name, Zente. Kelvin, truer.
Yet he understands that perfection itself is a flaw and that he is far from being perfect. He set forth to make himself better. Self-recognition is all he sought. The recognition of others was something he care not. He cast himself apart not for isolation but for improvement. Now, by a certain stroke of chance, a random roll of the dice, he is revisited.
"Where is the KTG? ... Now I don't feel proud having KTG as my(friend)..."
Simple words. A harmless sentence that bares no more meaning than an innocent child's chuckle. Still, it evoked much thoughts. Worthiness, the root of his greatness, is shaken. Like flower's losing their colour; magician failing their magic; angels crippling their wings. Is it the decline of a golden age, or the fruits of an evolution showing its form?
KTG has not gone missing. He is still right here. He have not lost anything either. He traded a pound of ego for feelings. Planted the seeds and saw the plant grow. He let the thorns prick him so he knows his emotions are no illusions. It opened his eyes to a whole new domain where he saw more of his flaws. That however, did not shake him. He had long known that he was not perfect. Now, he understands that there are some things beyond him. But it made he feel no less worthy. Because he knows that worthiness is not based upon his flaws but his strength. He may have been shaken, but he remained unassailable.
To the person who mentioned the above sentence. I am glad you were ever proud of me. I thank you. You are simply looking at the other face of KTG.
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