- I am nobody.
- What did you do with the life I gave you?
- I gave it away.
- How so?
- I gave it to the others, to the people around me.
- And are you happy with that?
- I don't know.
- Did they thank you for your gift?
- Not really.
- Do you blame them for taking it?
- Yes.
- Do you blame yourself?
- Yes.
- Do you blame ME?
- Yes.
- Why?
- Because it was like when you give a child a car and you tell him to drive it. You know that he's not allowed to, you don't instruct him how to do it, you just let him have it. He knows he's on his own, he doesn't understand what it is that you are expecting from him, he doesn't know what to do with it, so from time to time he looks with desperate eyes and gestures for you and you are nowhere. He grows old. And the worst part is that he feels like he is bond to that car,that he can't get off it before managing to figure out how to drive it. It's a sick game. You force him into all this without his consent and then you give him total power to control it: to go on with it or to abandon it. Because you know that in most cases he won't abandon it. Because he's stubborn and because he needs to find a meaning. He needs to prove that he is good. He needs to be victorious. It's in his blood. And he sometimes talks to you, he cries for your help, then he comes to senses and he tries everything, he makes connections, he discovers...It's even sicker to think that he has the key all along but he doesn't know what to do with it. And when he discovers, it's still not over yet. He still can't get the car to move. He asks for help from the people around him. But it's useless, they can't help him. They are busy fixing their own cars. He becomes mad, then sad, then he feels alone. He hates the world, he hates himself, he hates you... Then he pulls himself together. And he keeps on trying. He wastes incredibly much time, tears, nerves, emotions...And then he finally makes it. He discovers the secrets. He can now use the car. He feels so proud. He is so proud that he calls for you. He wants you to be there to be proud too. To see that he finally made it. To yell at you and to thank you. To hate you and to love you. He goes to his family to tell them that he finally did it, he meets his friends. They are all happy for him. He tells the world how proud he is. They all want to be close to him. And then they ask him to give them a ride. Again...and again...and again...and again...And then he starts thinking why did he learn to use it all along? Just so that he can be used by the others?
- Is this how you see things?
- No. This is how they are.
- Do you think that he dislikes giving them rides?
- No. Yes. No. He loves them. He wants to help them. But at some point he feels too used...
- Do you think he would feel happier if he'd turn them down? If he'd say 'no' to his dear ones?
- ...I don't think so.
- Then? What is it that you think? What is your point?
- I think that it's not okay for people to use eachother in that way. After all, everybody has their own car. And if nobody can help you in the process of starting your car, why should they all come around when you're already a driver? Aren't they busy with their own cars anymore?
- Did you ever ask somebody to drive you somewhere?
- Yes. When I was sick of my car. When I wanted it to disappear. When I didn't want it anymore.
- And didn't you think that you were using them?
- No. Because I didn't ask them that many times. Just a couple of times in a long period.
- And do you think that you were the only one asking them that?
- ...Probably not.
- So, don't you think that they were feeling used as well? That maybe that is why they were coming to you? Because they whether saw you as a better driver, or because they thought you had a better car, or because you were younger and fresher, or older and more experienced? Because they wanted to use, as you say, instead of being used? Do you really think you were the only one used?
- No.
- Then why do you blame them? Why do you blame yourself? Why do you blame me?
- Well...I blame them and I blame myself because we are selfish. Because we feel that it's right to use, that we have the right to do that, and because we lose our patience and our temper when it comes to helping the others. Because we only see their mistakes and not our own. But I mostly blame you for letting us end up like this. And for giving us those damn cars in the first place. And the ability and strength to get to drive them.
- Did you hate your life?
- I don't know.
- Do you repent living it?
- Not necessarily.
- Then what is it that got you so angry?
- I gave everything to gain as much knowledge as possible, to make the most out of living, and then I died in a car crash...
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