The author? God? I’m not sure, I mean I’ve forsaken that, centuries ago I have, what foolish naïveté.
I have a job of my own, a life…of sorts, one that I’m not…keen on losing, despite my limitless power, I’d still chase her.
Not in a romantic way of course.
I am bound by blood, bound since before my name was…my form was how i am now.
But The author? Others seem frightened, even she was surprised. Seems formidable then.
This should be fun…
I suppose I am a man who has to day some important speech
No matter! crowd-pleasing is my thing.
“So, you come for a speech, it is that you shall get!”
I pointed at a man in the front row, in a suit, with slicked back hair.
“You there! What is the meaning of life?”
The man looked confused, coughed, and said “P-personally, my own belief is knowledge, learn all you can, explore your surroundings, learn all you can about out the universe.”
“Very good!” I said, clapping.
People cheered.
I pointed at a woman, she was middle-aged, wearing a dark purple dress.
“Now you! what is the meaning of life?”
The girl smiled, “the meaning of life? Quite an interesting question, a long-debated one. For me? Love, find love, love in yourself, love in others, in your family, whether it be chosen or biological family.”
“Wonderful! How inspiring!” I said, shaking her hand.
I walked to a row near the middle.
I saw a teenage man, dressed in black and red clothes.
“Now you! What is the meaning of life?”
“Me? Uh...fun? Have fun, life ain't no spectator game. So you better live it!”
“Very true! Very true young man!”
I walked back up to the podium.
“Now, you may be wondering why I asked three random people, instead of giving my own?”
People murmured in agreement.
“Searching for the meaning of life is a pointless thing to do. Search for meaning and you will never find any! I shall not tell you what to do, for it is not my place to tell! Live life before you turn into the dust that you were born from!”
Cheers erupted from the theater.
A job well done, well, it's not my job!
Rain tapped on the windows of the expensive mansion.
The man was on his knee, silent. Every once and a while lighting struck, illuminating his grief striken face.
It was years after, but he came back on the anniversary of his fatal mistake.
He should of kept his damned mouth shut.
Then they'd still be here.
