Wesley: Six weeks ago I was ordinary and pathetic. Just like you. Who am I now? An account manager, an assassin, just another tool that was mind fucked into killing his father. I’m all of these, and I’m none of these. Who am I now? This is not me fulfilling my destiny. This is not me falling in my fathers footsteps. This is definitely not me saving the world.
Sloan: Still trying to figure out how you are?
Wesley: This is not me. This is just a motherfucking decoy.
Sloan: Oh fuck.
Wesley: This is me taking control from Sloane, from the fraternity, from Janice from billing reports, from ergonomic keyboards, from cheating girlfriends and sack a shit best friends. This is me taking back control of my life. What the fuck have you done lately?”
Its a day with so much so much downturn that I cried. Not for any specific reason. Just that everything are overwhelming me. I know I want to lead. But I am not doing the correct thing. The correct job. Or anything correct. Or is there even a definition or a model answer to the correct way I been doing?
I hate it. I am meant to build and construct bigger things. I know days will suck. Like today. Like this week. I know sometimes I would meet someone who would brighten up my day like one of the today’s rare times unexpectedly.
But it sucks. it sucks to know that you been working hard. Planning. Emotions just wreaked you. You dun know what you did wrong. You are tired. But you cant stop. Cause that would be the end.