Notes

I juried from town to town for days on end. I received nothing but unchivalrous behavior from the citizens. I was wasn't appreciated even in the villages of the smaller categories. They saw me as nothing more than a poacher! I don't blame them. My clothes were in tatters and I was without food or water. To recall, the only time I drank was from rain puddles. Otherwise, the land was dry and I was worried about my health. Even the livestock was provided with drinkable water, shame. The rate I was going at, I would have passed without a soal to care. As dry as a rock. However, a very kind old couple took pity on me and saved my meaningless life. Without their help, I wouldn't be writing now. My old life was saved and i wasn't going to let what happened to me, happen to anyone else! I shall save the community that is in need. The people struggling. The ones who are jealous of the water bloody cows get to drink! I shall allow people to live like everyone else can! Or, so i thought. My life wasn't saved for some meaning, it was plain luck and hopeless crying that got me to the point I'm headed at. I needn't say, I failed. I wanted to help others but my life stayed as lonely and miserable as ever. I still see people riding on chariots, hooting and giggling at nearby people. They were nothing but mongrels for them. They see themselves as superior. They are not to blame, however. If I was in the position that they are I would as well. I was saved, not spared. I always wanted to get my life in order but I'm yet to get the chance. Of course, if I get pity again from kind stranger, I will try my best to turn my life around but until then I will continue to write in this journal wannabe I have purchased while I was still up high on my feet. Let's hope I don't run out of sheets before something unexpected happens. I won't use the word interesting as my life could not be more uneventful then it is at this moment. I saw what happened when I was at the blink of ending it all... I'm there again let's hope another couple answers my prayers! Of course, that is just a deranged old man talk. I know no one is watching. No one is listening. There isn't a point. Or so I thought. In the span of about a couple days later, I was saved! Again! I didn't believe it! My dream came true, I was given hope again! I wasn't going to let this one slip! I have finally died! Thank you for answering my prayers god. I am, yes, indeed very happy! Thank you for listening, almighty! Amen!