11:15 PM, Friday, March 17, 2006
A: What do you think you're doing?
B: I'm not sure...
A: Of course you're not! What you're doing is crazy and utterly stupid. No good will ever come of it.
B: But what if it makes me happy? Why don't you ever see things the way I do? Don't you want to be happy? You're me.
A: Sadly. But we're not the same. That which makes you happy scares me to death.
B: And that which makes you happy bores me to tears. Will we always have to struggle for that which makes us smile?
A: The outcomes make struggles worthwhile. Struggles make them precious.
B: But I can't keep battling with you. It's draining me...draining us.
A: But we've got to. It's for our own benefit.
B: Why can't we learn to make agreements? It would be so much less taxing.
A: But this is the way it has to be. For now anyway...
B: Why?!
[Pause]
A: Because I don't trust your sense of judgment.
B: So we must battle then, for I do not trust you either.
A: You have been wrong too many times! Your mistakes have hurt us much too greatly.
B: And you have caused us to regret.
A: See the walls that we've had to build?! They're to keep out
your mistakes. They keep out the sunlight too.
B: But that doesn't matter. The courtyard is empty, with no one to enjoy the sunlight if there was any. The air is stale. Stale from the regrets you've caused us.
A: Do you understand now? This is why we must fight.
B: But it's for the same cause... for our future wellbeing...
A: Yes, our desires are the same, but our beliefs are different.
B: But it's not my fault! I don't want to fight you. I'm tired.
A: No it's neither your fault nor mine.
B: So why do we have to suffer? Why do you have to obliterate that which makes me happy?
A: Because of what he did.
B: Him? But what does it have to do with him?
A: Everything. Can't you see? This is what he's done.
B: Yes, I do now... He has torn us apart.
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