Todays prompt- Worldly Encounters.
It sat on my balcony railing, like it did every night. And I wondered how it kept its balance, like I did every night.
“Good morning.” I wished it. It did not turn around to face me. Its marble like eyes continued watching the sparkling stars.
“Good morning. You
re here a little earlier today-- its only 1 AM your time.”
I sighed. “I have the writers block.”
“Um, why do people write?”
I leaned on the railing beside the dark silhouette, my coffee mug warming my hands. “Well, I guess I write so that I don`t forget. Lots of people write for the pleasure of writing. There are some who write in hopes of becoming popular and going down in history books.”
“Why is it so important to humans?”
I looked at it. It fluttered its gigantic ears and flicked its tongue around its fangs. When I realized that there was going to be no more continuation to the question, I asked “Why is what so important?”
“Um, why is it so important to be remembered? Why do so many of you set what they do on hoping for their names to be in books and be spoken of, even after they are along gone?”
I turned my vision to the world – the night was quiet and the breeze was cold. It felt calming. “Hmm. Good question. You
re right, I guess. In the end, theres only oblivion.”
It turned its gaze to me. “Do you think you`re too pessimistic for this world?” It asked.
Funny question to be asked from such a funny creature. I smiled. “Maybe this world is just too pessimistic for me.”
“Or maybe it is just that way, because you created it to be. All you people, in your own little world-bubbles, with your own little set of rules. And Earth as a platform with its own rules as well. You play by the rules of the game, and you create your own rules along the way.”
I shrugged. “Or maybe, just maybe, all of this is just a dream.”
“A very vivid one, then.”