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The world in his hands, riding his own curtails, things couldn't have been any better. To ignore the laws that our fellow men write and write his own rules for life - that was his utopia.
Living in this incredible world day after day, he finds himself blissfully free from these governing rules, rules of the land that some people even give their lives to follow.
Come the waking hour, he instantly realizes the sadness of his story - his life is not completely free after all. The simple illusion of freedom in a world of rules has taken him once again, this time, in a place that rarely lies - his dreams. Things that he takes as indications of personal freedom - the self-written routine that he clings to so much, the seemingly perfect defiance of convention, are just the telltale signs of his ultimate identity in this world - simply another human in the river of space and time.
The waves - the ups and downs of a successful life, sin, but not sinful at all. Some are jealous, and some glance scornfully, but he is no different than you or I. Beaming all day, just like the world he holds with delicate balance, he is not special in the least - he simply has a different zero.
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