So much can come out of a work in progress that I thought I would share it with you. Here's an excerpt from Clean Air. Enjoy!
What is life spent alone? To have to do everything by yourself and be engulfed by your own needs sounds disappointing. The independence that olden society fought for and strove to maintain came tumbling down when society became ever more isolating. People stopped talking, stopped reproducing, stopped loving, and stopped caring. The ones who did find one another were lucky, even if it were just for a short while.
As a child, I was chastised for having such unusual parents, ones who stuck together for years on end, whilst others fell to ruins, leaving behind normal children. I, on the other hand, was different and still am. I remember comparing my mom and dad with the other couples I knew, once that lasted only a few years, at best. I remember questioning the motivation behind them sticking around for one another. Were they afraid that my sister and I weren’t strong enough to make it through the crash? I almost always blamed it on their opinion of us, children. We didn’t need protecting, did we?
But, seeing [her] look up to the sky as she recalls the last memories of her husband, I wondered if love could only be about two people. Could it act as a strong enough glue to stick two people together for decades? Or does it all still come down to the individual? Perhaps, there’s some truth in her voice, as she questions whether she had acted selfishly. Maybe the point of being in a loving relationship is to gain certain things that fulfills you as an individual. In caring for the other person, you are gaining some level of personal satisfaction. In retrospect, these questions that I have about life, the world, and relationships really boils down to a much more carnal question, are we beings simply egotistical?
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