Microfiction #7 — Journey of a lifetime

I was born in chaos, being almost instantly pushed and prod around by other beings just like me. Over what felt like eons to me, I realised that the chaos was subsiding, only if by a smidge every time, meaning that maybe I wouldn’t have to endure this forever.

You have to understand that what I’ve been through would feel like tens of thousands of lifetimes for mere mortals, so I had little hope of anything changing. But then, one day I was free. Suddenly I was free to fly away from all of that, even if only by an instant.

Some would say that I don’t experience time in the same way as you do. Some would say I don’t experience any time at all. I like to think that I see all of it at once. I can see in rich detail the entirety of my existence all the way up to my demise. I not only have perspective of how insignificant my time as a free being is compared to everything else, but I can also impart the utmost importance to those 480 seconds or so of blissful freedom.

I wasn’t the only one to be free. Thousands upon thousands of my peers followed me in the same journey. We would all silently travel next to each other, without really having much to say or do, all witnesses of the other’s story, but alone in our own path. More often than not we would cross paths, pour ourselves into one another, and then leave on the other end as if nothing had happened, bound to never interact again.

I was one of the lucky ones to remain unscathed throughout my journey. I was carrying what I was and where I was from in my entirety, ready to share all of it with her. Gaia. As I was almost in reach of her warm embrace, though, someone put a hand in front of their face because it was too sunny that day and I ceased to exist.