The villain is the one who disturbs and distorts status quo.
Makes aqueous ripples on all that is solid-state; that you hold dear and tangible. The bad guy. He is the base and coarse inside you. He usurps everything pleasant and mushy between the boy and girl in love.
Vaporises your comfort zone; transports you to an unknown. And by doing that, he changes what you believed to be a ‘undisturbed’ life.
Look inside. Look hard. Tear at the tissues that hide the truth.
You wanted change. You did always seek change. Yet on the threshold of change you held your familiar ground. You shooed off the villain you invited.
Put your best foot forward to fight against that which you yearned for. Your own. A flip-flop. Like the mirror looking back at you. Was it you in the mirror or was it you who you saw you in the mirror. Like looking in the mirror:
You look at the position in space where the mirror will say “You are here, and you are you,” you look, craning, twisting, but nothing works, because Lavoisier’s mirrors, whether concave or convex, disappoint you, mock you. You step back, find yourself for a moment, but move a little and you are lost. This catoptric theatre was contrived to take away your identity and make you feel unsure not only of yourself but also of the very objects standing between you and the mirrors.
For that matter, a normal mirror, too, is an illusion. Consider the individual looking back at you, condemned to perpetual left-handedness, every morning when you shave. [Foucalt’s Pendulum, by Umberto Eco, a book I am struggling to transcend page 25; I seem to have some compulsion to *not* read this book like a novel]
Within you, the hero and villain. (but we need another human form to manifest this dark role that we see in the mirror, it is easier to relate to, easier to touch, feel, fight)
In the shadows, he stands watching. The villain has uncanny abilities to change your life. To put you in a position where your intellect would be challenged beyond the mundane; beyond the routine. That is his purpose. To commit an unchivalrous act that would shock you out of the mould that you had set in to, comfortably. A role that you had grown comfortable in. What will it take to stop you from believing that you are *not* the role that you play? That you are you and the role you play is a temporary act, which, oftentimes will change with the audience that you exhibit to?
It will take a very personal violation of all that we have believed to be true.
We have learned that all battles have to be won, yet there are some, from whom we gain more by losing.
Because in losing, whether by an inch or a kilometre, we shift our comfort zones. And each time we delta ourselves that bit, we are capable of increasing our PoV to that extra degree. In every waking moment we have dreaded the villain; in every blissful dream we have invited him.
You want it.