An Accidental God
an excerpt

Some people spend their whole lives searching for power. I never wanted it and I was cursed with it. When I found that I was slowly being consumed by the thing that men’s hearts crave the most, I wanted to die. And I was dying, as a man. You see, I was becoming the very pinnacle of existence. I was becoming a god among men. I had the power of destiny in my grasp. I could reshape the world in which we all live to whatever I wanted. If I wanted someone to live or to die, that was within my power. I had become everything that I wanted and nothing that I desired. You see, I was a god, for a while. And I truly believed that my powers were not evil, but whatever I wanted them to be. But, as always, the price proved too high for me to be at one with eternity. I learned that human flaws and human wants are failings not deserving immorality, much less omnipotence. Human wisdom is limited in nature, but I know what I know. And I know that I am not meant to control the fates of millions. I know that I am not meant to become the incarnation of power and of war. I know that I am not meant to draw the adoration and the worship of all walks of life. And I know that if I cannot control the forces building within me, then I must pass into oblivion, taking all that I am with me. If I cannot perform this function for the good of my own people, and they are my own people, then I am not worthy of this gift and the curse that is thrust upon me. I am not a god. I am a man. And a man knows when to step up and call it quits.