Doomsday Whisper
It started out as a man speaking to a boy. A time limit was set...a date. A deadline. And each year the two met. The man growing younger and the boy growing older. He reminded him of the remaining time and the boy watched the progression from boy to man. And noticed the progression of man to boy. This once stranger...someone that seemed so odd to him was now becoming more familiar. The steps of evolution being peeled away in front of his eyes, as he experienced his own. Seeing where he will be and knowing what he has been and is now. One day they met at a mid point. They were both the same person. An equal resonance in the process of growth. They looked to each other. One speaking the remaining time as he had always in this meeting, nothing more. But now the "boy" also now a man speaks up and ask a question. "What purpose must I achieve before this time" The man spoke...."Happiness..." Now the boy at this point truly angry spoke out to this man who was supposedly himself in outrage as they did not share the same view...this could not be him...at least not now. "Happiness is fleeting...I would chase it until my time ran out and all would have been for nothing. Give me something solid that the world will recognize." This was his time in all those years that he saw this entity of himself as an equal and he continued on in his rage releasing his thoughts like mortars to rain upon his opponent. Without as much as an expression the man spoke...his voice humbled and silent, a smile seemingly being hidden behind his melancholy features. "Is that why you can never finish anything you start? Because your fire for its existence is fleeting, forever moving and you never with it? Whose fault is that? The objects for not keeping your attention or you for not giving it proper time and growth before deciding upon its foreboding execution?" As if Mr. Rogers himself and the boy Nazi opposition each weakspot was punctured with these sniper shots of self awareness. Silenced by the shock of these personal indifference's of self were used against him so readily he listened."Happiness is ever changing, that it is. But it is not fleeting. You are the one who is fleeting, in mind, expression, and action, forever changing forever growing. It is there at all times in the same place, changing faces because you yourself are changing. You look for it in places that it has never been. Same place different perspective. That is what you are missing." And with that he made his way walking away from the boy, and the boy stood there in silence, as the darkness grew before he too slowly faded away.