The Conversation

“Don’t you wish that we could leave?”

“Maybe”

“But don’t you feel unfulfilled? Unsatisfied?”

“No. Do you?”

“There’s just something I feel this world can’t give me.”

“Like what?”

“Well...”

“I won’t judge.

“I’m not crazy, but I seek fantasy. I KNOW it’s impossible, but I want to be what I’m not. Even if it’s dangerous. Even WHEN it’s dangerous. It’s interesting. There’s always something happening.”

“But what about your own personality?”

“I like it, but... I don’t want to be me. There’s just something inside me that doesn’t want to be me. There’s just something inside me that doesn’t know how to be me. How to make a name for myself. How to be care free. How to be interesting. How to have my own story. One that I want to live.”

“Wow. That’s pretty deep.”

“Heh... yeah... I-it’s not that I’m looking for an easy way. It just feels like my life has no real meaning. And I know you’re gonna say, ‘Then give it meaning’, but it’s really not that easy. I feel lost. Half the time I feel void of any sort of self.”

“That sounds heavy. What do you do to keep those feelings at bay?”

“Making stories. Drawing characters. Living vicariously through my art, but then I snap out of it and the feelings come back.

...

How do you live with purpose?”

“I don’t. I just don’t think about it. I just trust that there’s a reason. I trust that things will happen and everything will be good.”

“That’s a lot of trust to give...”