A exercise that my people would have considered impossible, and just the mere notion of something like this would have led the person who mentioned it to be labeled a madman.
I started my strengthening exercise the very moment I created it: morning, midday, and even a good portion of the night, I exercised like I was possessed, day after day.
So much so, my family thought that I had gone mad and wanted to take me to see a doctor. But after explaining to them the hatred that burned within me, they decided not to take me to see a doctor—not because they understood me, no, but because they thought that I had truly gone mad, and that if they took me to the doctor, I would be locked away inside a dark underground facility where they imprison mad people.
They feared they would never see me again, their only precious, genius but mad child.
I still remember their tears laced with heartbreak the moment they thought that I had gone mad.
