Protector in the Cove *Darker Dao*

If things demand balance in life, then there is a person with the total opposite life as you. Look in the mirror, see the true you, and then picture your life completely opposite of your own. Unless by chance you are the version of your life in the balanced neutral area of both worlds.

If your kind, generous and filled with pure thoughts, now picture a person yourself with evil, dark intentions. One must take into considerations when reviewing life, what section of life do they fit, what have they done, and where they have gone in order to determine which side of the scale they fit upon.

Was their a lot of negative actions taken? I am sure there was, but there was good behind the actions as well. Does it all balance out. The fact that living in the middle with both sides pulling at the person at once, become a war within, becomes a weight upon the keystone of the soul.

Is it the world that weighs upon you? How can the world weigh upon you when the world itself is nothing more than an planet filled with great things. Possibly society weighs upon you, social interaction, or possibly the fact that you are alone. The thoughts of more to life, thoughts of a person to fully understand and love your splits. One that can essentially repair the splits.

Happiness, sadness, elation, depression are just words, words with no weight, how can one say they have these if one truly does not know what they are to begin with. If not shown what these are when one was a child, not allowed to experience these how can one truly believe in what they say when they talk to others about how they feel.

How do you feel today? Happy even though your not truly elated or smiling you say happy because it is one of those days your mind is in the lighter side, and you used depressed when on the darker side. Reality is that you truly do not know what these feeling are, you know what their supposed to mean but still even those definitions lack what you feel. Inability to feel during these days, inability to release, to finally tear down the many castles that were build, the walls that have been erected to keep all living creatures out. A barren castle, but rock solid. Time tears down many castles most put up, however for master stone layers, and master protectors building a castle that can not just fall is an easy task.

A whole life lived as a protector of people, even from the shadows of the world. From an alley you watch those close to you, those you care about and would not see harm upon, from the distance you keep a watch of them, keep tabs on them in order to step in front of the knife or gun when needed.

Looking from the distance and pushing away to protect them from loosing you. Pushing them away so that it makes life easier to leave if needed. Pushing away in hopes that they find better, find more companionship than you can offer at that point.

Spending time for a brief section of a persons life to bring them from the lower pits of hell back to solid ground of earth. Turn a life around and one must be destroyed. The protector and teacher takes the destruction into themselves, so none have to leave with it, so none have to go through it, none but the protector.

Torture within raging from the experiences of others, taking the torment from them and into yourself. Living with broken hearts, living with trust issues after being stabbed, living with a life that has gone far south that despair is always present. Though not happening to the protector to start, protecting is keeping the experiences of others locked inside. Taking their pain so they can move on. How it so weighs the soul, how it so makes rest fitful if at all possible.

Yet with all the weight and all the sorrow, if that is what one can call it. The protector seems to view himself as small, insignificant as the protector can not help mass amounts of people, the lives he touched seem important to him, but not enough can be done, those helped are now gone and doing fine. Watched from the distance, protect them without being seen doing so.

A way to let go of the tortures that were kept inside from others lives, the pain from the broken heart, the trust of humanity from the crazy that stabs his wife 16 times. How can people be trusted when one has put themselves into a world where all you see is torment, betrayal, and disgust. Yet the protector shows them how to overcome all these, though he himself is incapable of doing so themselves.

Balance, imagine a person unable to protect, not willing to relieve the sorrows of another, yet able to form relations, able to trust people, able to interact with others. Is it trust? Trust is something that many people give openly because they really don't care what happens, they really do not put a lot of faith into the person they are around. They are firm believers that their own castles will protect them if the trust is broken.

Imagine a person unable to see from the darkness and see the treats of things to those surrounding his life. Yet happy, enjoyable, and able to find company with others.

Balance. How can it be unfair, if balance exists then how can we be upset at our lives, at what we do in them. How can we be upset even if it is not an grand life, if we are alone, if things just don't go the way we want them too. If it did then your opposite would suffer the consequences.

What makes a protector? Empathic ability, with a strong castle, but no matter how strong a castle is, it can be destroyed if not constantly worked upon, strengthened and reinforced. In doing so more and more is lost of the original person, most is obscured from the world. How much more will it take before all ties to the world are cut, till you find yourself shivering in a corner not willing to come out, not wanting to face anyone.

Not wanting to see the light of day, nor the beauty the world has to offer. Not seeing a beautiful woman and able to enjoy the sight without the thought of betrayal by such a person. Betrayal or seeing the person take advantage of you, of your kindness, and then squeezing the very life out of you. What life is left after this occurs, what life can one lead but to scorn and scoff at the normal society interactions, to see the pure evil that is in it, and to withdraw from society.

Ever really wanted to know the truth, go to the mall and watch people, go to a playground and watch the human interaction from afar. Watch for the signs people give. Eventually for a brief moment their mask will come off, and the horror of who that person is will come to light. Once released the mask is quickly adjusted and the truth covered up once more.

Scary thing can be seen from the alley, from the distance watching of people. Things that show that being distant is salvation for those that don't ever want hurt, crushed or oppressed. Something some forget occasionally but then reminded just as quickly that it is not destined for them to get close to those they wish to protect. A protector is a protector and can never be anything but that.