John's Journal Entry 1

 It's hard to help my friend. Gosh, it's hard. I've known this guy for a long time, and every time I've tried to help him he just goes off and does what he wants. Now, this isn't saying this is different from anyone else. In the long run, we all do what we want to do. In fact, to what extent does giving advice even do? I can talk, talk, talk, and give my peace, but there is something more to it...

If you think about it, we've all already decided. I go to Mark and he asks me what I would do, he is inevitably going to do what he is going to do. It's as if we're all predestined to do stuff we're going to do. This makes me think of myself. Of course, I'm going to try and help Mark, but it's just as inevitable for me to fail in helping him as it is for him to be too persistent in his actions.

Perhaps every moment leads up to the next, and all we're doing is living blindly, assuming the choices we make are our own. Situations call for certain actions, and those actions shall take place depending on the personality of the person. Maybe it is not Mark's fault that he is this way.

But maybe, there's a voice in Mark's head that will inevitably listen to someone else for a change. Change happens, so it must be predetermined too...