I'll be entering into my Kong year soon. I'm kind of scared. I wonder if it's how you felt during your Kong year, not having accomplished what you wanted. Sometimes life bunker rushes you—three times in a row—and by the time you've learned your lesson, the match is already over. For six more years you walk around like a ghost that doesn't realise it's died. Will I do that too? Did I really lose?
I feel like a Reaver that's used up its scarabs on ill-chosen targets and now must crawl back and forth from mineral patches for another chance. Heaven forbid I want to upgrade scarab damage. That Command Center has so much health. If I keep shooting at it won't it just fly away before I can finish it?
They say that a metaphor or allegory can mean only one thing, whereas a symbol can mean infinite things. Some say that because of this the symbol is stronger, lasts longer, and carries more meaning. Allow me to offer you a symbolist version:
On a cold afternoon I see the fall leaves turn colours that no longer delight me. I stuff my hands in my pockets and turn my head down. Grey, little rocks. A fog escapes my mouth in one long breath. The wind flies loose hair away from me.
Profound, right? No, I guess it's not. Good symbolism isn't as easy to write as metaphors. I guess that's why they say it's better.
This shirt makes my nipples hurt. That's not a metaphor or a symbol. Just a fact. I have sensitive nipples, you see. It affects my choice in shirts, hence why I'm wearing a different shirt now than what I started with at the beginning of this paragraph.
I fear the Kong year and I long for the Kong year. I want to grow, but I don't know if I'll grow in a good direction. Don't hate me for saying it, YellOw, but I hope the Kong year helps me cope with reality.
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