After spending the whole Saturday trying to meditate away the shock from the events the day before, I was now feeling a bit better. I tried clearing my mind with an early morning jog along the coast in the Malabar Headland National Park. I am a firm believer in moderate exercise for living a healthy life. A light morning run, some yoga, and good stretches afterwards, that is basically my fitness regime. While inactivity is bad for the body and causes premature death, so does strenuous exercise and often you see famous athletes die at an early age from the effects of overexerting their bodies.
While jogging along the oceanic coastal path, appreciating the rugged nature, and soaking up the nurturing energy of the morning sun, I was reflecting on the fate that had befallen Joshua. In his guilt-ridden insanity, Joshua had used the shard of a broken mirror to chop off his own testicles. Or so the online whispers went. He was in the hospital hoping to make a recovery, but his testicles would not. I had spent most of the Saturday pondering whether I was at fault or not. The young, innocent Sabina of my former life would have felt immensely guilty over what had happened, but I did not. While following my instincts and refusing to speak to Joshua in private would have saved him from himself, on that fateful night, it wouldn't have changed anything in the long run.
Joshua's mind was a product of his inflated ego, a product of being born with a sense of entitlement. His desire to dominate me, was the desire for what he couldn't have, and the inability to accept that he was not always liked and admired. If I hadn't come with him, he would have raped someone else eventually, someone unable to defend herself. In a world where evil existed, it was better that Joshua himself took the damage from its corrupting effects, than innocent people suffering.
Friday's occurrences made me realise, that it was time for me to do what I was born to do: To step up my search for the primordial Zeto Crystal, more commonly known as the Holy Grail.
I had been battling with the philosophical question on whether it was wise to unleash the real purifying power of the Zeto Crystal or not. Technically, the Zeto crystal, when activated from their dormant state, would inhibit mankind's free will, by limiting mankind's inclination towards evil, as things would turn good. But the concept of free will was an illusion. In this life that I am living, I couldn't hover from my location without the aid of planes, I couldn't swim underwater to the bottom of the ocean without scuba gear. I couldn't teleport to another dimension by the power of my will, I couldn't reverse time to fix my mistakes. To sum things up: there were already so many things that the laws of the universe prohibited me from doing, thus limiting individuals' inclinations towards evil deeds would just make things better.
But to be able to do good in the world, I needed to accumulate money, as travelling the world looking for the Zeto Crystal wouldn't come cheap. I thought about ways to make money, the idea gave me a sense of discomfort. The desire to make money is perfectly natural; it is, after all, challenging to live in a human society without it. But too often the desire for money leads to greed, which corrupts the soul and, in extension, humanity.
But how would I accumulate the money for my travels? I could spend years, working to make money the regular way, but it didn't seem that stimulating. Don't misunderstand me, working is great and people working together is an essential part of human society. But my goals were larger than typing on a computer all day or serving burgers at the local fast-food joint. If I wasted time doing menial tasks, humanity would have to wait longer for our golden age, and, as a result, a lot more suffering would occur.
I finished my run, and I saw an advert for a massive lottery jackpot. I thought of buying a ticket, but then I realised the pointlessness of the idea. I had many abilities, influencing people and seeing patterns among other things, but neither of those would affect the outcome of the random number generator that gave the lottery outcome.
But what could I do? I realised that online trading was my solution. I had an unparalleled ability to see patterns and predicts future events. While I worried that online trading would expose my soul to the corrupting influence of greed, I realised that I was an adult now. No matter how I choose to live my life, I would need to make money, and online trading would cause me the least mental stress.
I went home, and I checked my online banking account. I had a thousand dollars, mainly from teaching yoga classes at my local gym. "Here goes nothing," I thought as I poured my money into the trading account and waited for Monday to come for the stock market to open.