Hey. You clicked the story. Thanks for that. Did you think you would find something unseen when you did? I'm sorry, but I can't give you anything of substance. I can only remind you of what you know. If you no not, then I can only reiterate what has been told countless times over.
Are you lonely? Or are you alone? The discrepancy between these two is often, more than often, ignored, just as everything is. Don't believe me? Water is blue and so is the sky. Can you touch water? What does it feel like? Does it feel like water? Does it feel like a liquid? Does it feel like freedom? What, reader, does it feel like?
Oh yes. I almost forgot. I didn't get your name. What is that? You cannot tell me? Hmm. I should've thought of that. Oh well. Maybe it is for the best. I am merely just a worthless little story that you just so happened to come across on and clicked. Most of you have already left by now. To those who still remain, I thank you for your kindness.
Hey, reader. I shall call you reader now. What is it that you want to achieve in life? Is it wealth, power, money, fame? Is it a dream job or a hobby that you want to pursue? What is it that you truly want, reader?
The universe is large. Nay, much, much larger than the eye can see. When the sun sets and the moon arises from it's temporary slumber, it shines it's light unto you. It sees you. It looks at you.
The sky, the atmosphere. This dome-shaped ball that we live in. All of it is encased within galaxies upon galaxies, until there are no galaxies left to be encased in. The observable universe ends there. And yet you were born. The chances of you being born were intricately low, so low in fact that there is no reason that you would be born without a reason. Without a prupose. Without meaning. Calling a life worthless, deeming thyself worthless is..stupid. Dumb. Illogical.
1 in 400 quadrillion. That's how rare your life is. A normal human lives about 40 to 60 years. Do what you love. Live, laugh. Love.
Wait.
Did you seriously just say that? Or think that? You cannot be loved? You don't have anybody to love? Look around you for a moment. What do you see?
Good. Now close your screen, just for a moment. And look into the LED. Yes. That's you. That's your beautiful face. Those beautiful eyes. Eyes that just want to be loved. Want to love.
Let me tell you something. The person writing this behind a screen is also very depressed. He has almost never felt truly loved before. He is severely traumatised and has PTSD. He was abused ever since he could remember by his father. So you may ask..
Why write this?
The blind leading the blind, right? No. Wrong. Because it's true that I have also experienced my fair share of abuse. Of pain, suffering. But still, throughout all that, I know..
That the universe loves you. It loves me. It loves all of the things that came to be. Remember what I said about the moon? How it sees you? How the first and only thing it does and ever will do until the end of time is look at you? Isn't that proof enough that the universe loves you? Cares about you? Oh, right. It's just a planet. It is not sentient. It is not alive. How can it love?
But how do we know that it is not truly alive? Sure it does not have a heart that beats, sure it does not have a mind that yearns. But it still sees. Still feels. Still shines. Sometimes in life..you just have to believe. Because without belief..what is there? Something's just don't need to be contradicted by science.
Depend on others. Don't be shy. You are human. You will make mistakes.You will fall. You will fail. You will experience pain, bad days. But you will also experience good days, success. Liberation. Independence does not mean living your whole life doing everything alone. That is nothing more that foolish. Doing that will only make you unhappier and unhappier..until..
You'll start to feel dead inside.
Empty.
Look at the moon again. It is a planet. It spins just like all the other planets do. However, it's light isn't it's. It simply reflects light from the Sun to the Earth when it awakens. Is this a good analogy? I..don't know. I am just as lost and confused about the universe as you are. We are both in the same boat, trying to stay afloat. However..it is meaningful. At least..I found it to be. And I choose to believe in it.
Because, factual or not..one thing is for certain. A fact that cannot be denied.
You are human.
You may feel as though the universe hates you. As if fate itself loathes and despises your very existence. The truth is..it doesn't?
Yes. It doesn't. Not one bit.
Listen here, reader. You will experience tough days, tough nights. Nights when the sun doesn't shine. Days when you cannot see the light. Do not be fooled. This is all merely a delusion. When the sun is covered by the clouds, do you see it? Do you feel it's presence?
Whatever your answer may be, I am here to assure you that..
..The sun is always there. And so is the light. The light at the end of the tunnel never truly stops shining.
The moon, the sun. The cosmos and the astral beings of the galaxies. Jupiter, Saturn.
Venus, Pluto.
Mars.
All of these planets. All of these galaxies. All of them and everything inside. Scientifically they may not be alive. They may not have a heart that drums. They may not have a brain that constructs feelings, emotions..
And yet..they exist. They, too, exist for a reason. Do not doubt yourself, reader. Hopefully I too, will not doubt myself in the future. Who knows, though.
Alas, this piece of literature or whatever you want to call it has come to an end. Like I said before, this was not going to be some profound story that would change your life forever. It was simply a reminder. A reminder that you are human. That you are real. That you can feel. That you can express your emotions. That you can breathe. That you can live.
Can I tell you how to live? No, of course not. Me telling you how to live is illogical in many ways, and besides, even if I could..telling you, or anyone for that matter, on how to live..
..prevents you from ever living.
Your life is vast. Treat it like your canvas. What will you paint on it? Will it be something gorgeous or something foul? One life. That's it. That's all you get. That's all anybody gets. So, please, dear reader..
..use it wisely.
Because you are human.
Because you are beautiful.
Because you are creative.
Because the universe loves you.