29/03/2022
I never really allowed myself to mourn his death. Something that I never thought I’d feel surged and took over my person. Grief. Kentaro Miura wrote one of the greatest fictional stories of all time. Among many other stories, one that helped me cope with thoughts of regret, fear, and insecurities. BERSERK isn’t just a story out of his imagination. It is a story of how to be, in a world as crazy as ours. This story taught me how to behave in some sense. Most people learn these things from parents or even comrades, I learned it from a character called Guts, the Struggler. For the first time since Miura’s death, I’ve allowed myself to truly express how I felt regarding the lessons he drew on paper, the characters he brought to life, and the world that is so like ours, yet so different. For the first time, I took time to make it known that his passing caused me pain. I’m sorry if some people relied on me to feel some type of semblance in their life, after all, I aspire to inspire. I haven’t been truthful to myself, and so I wasn’t truthful to others. The story continues, I believe that the story of berserk, continues within us, in our own lives and our adventures. We are the Strugglers, and running, walking, crawl our way through life is what we do, without stopping. Kentaro Miura, in my mind, is now at rest.