Seek and destroy/You sought well

English version:

He tells me that he doesn't believe in it anymore.

Believe in what, I ask.

Believe in life, he answers. And I know that it cannot be discussed. Now and them and from time to time there is a human who stops believing in life, and they should be allowed to do so.

That's up to you, I say, and he says yes, it is.

I think humans are like flowers, I say. 

That's up to you, he says.

I mean, in such a way that you just exist and then things happen and you keep existing and a final thing happens and you don't exist anymore. Like that. Like flowers or pavement or things like that, I tell him and mean it without any wrappings around it.

You're far out, he says.

That's up to me, I say and step up upon the ledge with him and venture out in the final thing that happens.

Danish version:

Han siger til mig, at han ikke tror på det længere.

Tror på hvad, spørger jeg.

Tror på livet, svarer han. Og jeg ved, at det kan ikke diskuteres. Ind i mellem og fra tid til anden er der et menneske, der holder op med at tro på livet. Og det skal man have love til.

Det styrer du selv, siger jeg, og han siger ja, det gør han.

Jeg tror, at mennesker er ligesom blomster, siger jeg.

Det styrer du selv, siger han. 

Jamen på sådan en måde, at man bare findes, og så sker der ting, og man bliver ved med at findes, så sker der en sidste ting, og så findes man ikke mere. På den måde. Ligesom blomster eller fortov eller det, siger jeg til ham og mener det helt uden indpakning.

Du er langt ude, siger han.

Det styrer jeg selv, siger jeg og træder op på udhænget med ham og træder ud i den sidste ting, der sker.

Author's Note

Originally written in danish this supershort piece of prose was written by me a few months ago. Both the danish and the translated version can be found here.

Reviews

[Pax]

what makes us more human is we feel pain as life unfolds every now and then in our daily lives. Survival within takes a lot more pressure than survival from the outside world, what we must remember is that, there are still more to life than what we or us expect it to be...

a very nice and expressive piece!

[Chris]

Bits and moments... are who we are.

[MoniqueS]

Life is indeed like flowers: beautiful.

Just like your talent to write,it is something to enjoy!

[Craig2591]

I like the story and I like the surprise twist at the end. But the ending also saddens me.

That it evokes an emotion in me is good I guess.