"A bit of nothing before clocking out"
05 / 24 / 03
thoughtful
I sat on the stones in front of the abyss, letting my thoughts drift freely. By chance, a wisp of a breeze floated by, and I heard a rather insanely joyous voice speak. It took me a moment to realize this was one of the children of Life, the ones who cherish every moment. Though it did not hint at anything mundane as a gender, I chose to think of it as She, for I felt rude to do otherwise, even as I hated trying to confine it to a label for my own needs.
"Why are you here all alone? Why do you not talk to others?" She asked me.
"Perhaps," I said, "because I am selfish. Or perhaps I am ignorant. Yet I do not see anyone I can share my thoughts with."
"Surely you are mistaken! There must be someone you would feel enough of a kinship with to talk to."
"If you have a moment or more," I replied to Her earnest suggestions, "I will tell you why I feel as I do."
She only nodded and sat down in front of me, so I took a deep breath and began...
"I do not talk to girl-child or the boy-child, for their new and colorful ideas are much too bright for a decrepit soul."
"I do not talk to the young men and women, for they are strange things. They hover on the edge of their childhood and their own selves. More often than not, they think they can only find their place if they suffer more than their parents, then claim those very people could never understand such pain."
"I do not talk to the adult female nor the adult male, for they have been conditioned, and they believe they will only find true happiness with success and the acquisition of material things."
"I do not talk to the old hermit or the crone, for they spend their days lamenting the time they spent as all of the above."
She tilted her head one way, then another. For a time I feared She would not understand, and moved to turn away. But her next question stopped me.
"Why don't you talk to yourself?"
At this I laughed, "Dear lady, that one is the worst of them all, for I fear we'd do nothing but argue."
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That was thought-provoking to say the least. ^_^
I tend to fight with myself more than others.
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