Oblivion a short story
Got bored studying for my final, needed to relax, so I wrote this. Sorry if there are ...
Got bored studying for my final, needed to relax, so I wrote this. Sorry if there are mistakes, I wrote this in like 10 minutes, just me writing for fun, (and to escape my ever nearing final........).
Rojer always loved looking at the stars. Always there, always bright, always constant. Though he had never really been able to identify the clusters excepting the obvious ones, The Big and Little Dippers, Orions Belt, occasionally Jupiter, he never cared. He accepted them as a whole, took them all in, all at once. The sky, to him, was just a beautiful show of lights. He felt it was much more of a spectacle to view them altogether, rather than in small groups.
The solidarity he felt with the sky was greater still than his love for anyone or anything he had known on the planet Earth. What greater thing to love than the stars? In their might, a single star going supernova could easily wipe out this puny little planet. What else could demand such respect and adoration?
He was always alone in his lust for the stars. Always lying on the grass, staring straight up, marveling at their beauty. Others had tried to appease him, they had come with him to watch, but none truly understood their might as he did and knew their power. Even tonight, as his lover lie beside him, she had but a blank stare. Not fully taking in the awesome spectacle of the sky above her.
Rojer reached out and touched her hair, it was still wet. He understood why she couldn't, why anyone but himself couldn't. They treasured their now. The thought that any second used on anything less productive than what they wanted, was a second lost. He had caught himself occasionally doing this, but reprimanded himself each time. This was his time of most clarity, of reasoning, when he could try to understand all that was around him.
The trouble of course is life itself. Life is a timed test, where you spend your breathes trying to make an impact on the world. Trying to scramble to make yourself be remembered. And our time to do so is absolute. We do not live forever, and that is the thought that controls us all. We will all die, and we may not see it coming. Most of us won't be remembered longer than 120 years, and that is our greatest fear. What if when we die, no one will remember us? What if when we die, our very personage vanishes into the ether?
But Rojer understood, that is the way of things. People will live, they will try to leave their fingerprints, then they will die and be forgotten. He didn't even know the name of his great, great grandfather. Who would remember him?
Rojer took one more look at his lover, and kissed her on the arm. It was about time to get washed up, dawn was coming. He wiped the blade on the grass, stuck it in his waist line, and went inside.
The sun rose.