Your board exams start the next month ,but you don't feel like studying .Then again you Never feel like studying.You decide to move out of the room, into the the veranda and you look the bright yellow orb in the sky.Your mind starts to wander again, but before you know it, your eyes start to hurt, you come to your senses and you close them .The afterglow persists for a little while longer and you try to bask in its glory while its there. You go inside, and pick up the fat book and try to read,but you cant .The yellow orb has done something the book couldn't.You try concentrating on the book again ,it doesn't work,though.Time should have taught you better,You realize its futile to resist now and you give in.
You know a thing or two about the orb or so you think atleast.You know for instance, that its called the sun but perhaps more importantly you realize how perfect every thing about it had to be to allow your existence.Had it been just a little bigger,nearer or farther , you and every thing you could ever relate to ,simply wouldn't exist.Lady luck had been nice to you, but since she's called a lady you know she wouldn't be nice for ever. The sun would die one day.Some seven and a half billion years from now the fusion reactions keeping it alive would cease completely and it would then be reduced to an earth sized object filled with diamonds and strange rocks. Something they'd like to call a white dwarf.But nothing that was ever related to you would see any of this because just five hundred million years from now,life on earth would cease to exist.You wait there. This strikes you somewhere deeper than it should have.The death of human race would also mean the death of every human being that ever existed.Einstein would die ,as would homer(the poet), Homer(simpson),garfield,Jim davies,Jim Morrison, Cato and even Megan fox .But more importantly for you, you would die.
You had always wondered why people had kids, they bite , scratch and pee and by the time they grow up they don't care about their parents anymore.With time you've begin to understand why.Its not just the cute baby photographs one gets to click and then show off to people.The thing is people don't want to die. .They know they will die someday , and that's why they want to leave behind something that wont. A book,a photograph , a memory or even a strand of genetic material does the trick but only as long as the human race itself survives.The entite purpose of human existence is to perpetuate itslef.At the end of the day ,you too wish that some part of you would survive,that some little fragment would escape the absolute void. ,but you know that with the death of the last human being .Every thing that was ever "you" would hurtle down to sweet oblivion.You coudn't allow that,now could you.
Somebody would have to do something about it.Moving out of the earth seems like the most logical thing to do.As the sun gets older it'll get bigger and hotter and would soon burn the earth to cinders. However this would have a flip side. The outer dwarf planets which had till now been barren -icy desserts would start to melt.Some might even have liquid water.A little bit of terraforming and you'd might find some part of yourself in Pluto or Ceres.You woudn't like the place much , but then again you wouldn't even have to.
You begin to feel better now, like every one does when they finish a puzzle and that's why you've always liked puzzles specially the big ones that have the fate of humanity hanging on them,but before you could savor the moment long enough your door bell rings. Reality dawns on you or rather hits you with a bang on your face.You curse yourself for wasting so much time.You should have studied .You needed to,but before you could think more the bell rings again.You blurt out a few curses but hope that nobody heard you.
You open the door , its your neighbor again he tells you how you waste so much water. How the water tanki is empty because of you ,You smile politely ,you even pseudo-apologize but you bang the door as hard as you possibly could.You don't hate your neighbor you just hate him disturbing you.You hate reality , and how it seems to blow great dreams away.You make your way to bathroom ,you see that you forgot to turn off the shower.'The bastard was right" ,you think.You don't bother turning it off though instead you lie down ,make a pillow out of that dusty fat book and drift off to sleep .Before you fall asleep though you allow your self one final grin ,a grin that said reality could go fuck itself.
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I am not going to post anything for quite some time now,They'd prolly book me for human rights violations if did.Take care.Ciao.
